Wyrm/Briar/Hemlock | they/them | Dyke | mid-20's | 18+ ONLY | Icon sketch & header photo by me 🖤 if you think you know me irl dont read this blog unless you wanna know about all my hard kinks
Hard kink & edgeplay ahead. All scenarios on this blog are either purely fictional, or are planned scenes that all involved parties have consented to
I go by Wyrm, Briar, or Hemlock
your choice of which you call me
they/them, it/its if i know you (or if you are referring to me as a dragon)
Simultaneously a dragon, a changeling, and a living corpse
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This is a sideblog
Open to friendly dms <3 mutuals can say/do whatever they want
T4T polyam dyke; men & cis people have no relevance here
FYI: I am tme & white
May or may not tag things, not taking this blog particularly seriously
Expect to See:
Sadomasochism
monster/dragonfucking
blood/gore, including medical/surgical stuff & horror/slasher movie type things
knifeplay (among other weapons)
intox play
"mild" CNC (moreso intimidation, pushiness, dubcon, acting "softly" to the victim)
petplay & therian stuff
extreme possessiveness including a bit of kidnapping/stalking scenario play
snuff play
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I will avoid:
vomit, urine, diapers, passing gas
sexual ageplay
fauxcest/yuricest (i am a survivor, keep me out of this please)
mommy/daddy/ddlg type stuff (including use of titles)
more intense/violent cnc or cnc posts using the word "r***" (trigger word for me, not doing it for internet censorship reasons)
If you want to interact with me please keep these topics out of our discussions <3 I have tags and content thoroughly filtered & can take care of myself but obviously if you mostly post that sort of thing i will not be interacting period.
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gonna block you, sorry:
raceplay
shota/lolicon or any other form of drawn cp
zoophilia/bestiality incuding sentient-but-not-sapient monsters (therianthropy or being a furry are not the same as this)
detrans play
c4t shit (especially coming from a cis person)
feces/scat
genuine desires for incest/"consang" like talking about wanting to fuck your actual father
radqueers
MRAs (including transandrophobia shit)
chasers
being a man (cis or trans)
whatever else i feel like
kinks & fetishes are not above moral & ethical interrogation <3
okay but are you going to be understanding if your dom is a little nervous and not as suave as you'd expect their first few times when domming you? are you going to make them feel comfortable enough to slip into the role without making them feel stupid about it? are you going to accept that real sex is not always as rigid as it would seem in text posts or your fantasies and that it is okay if there are some unserious moments in between the intensity? do you understand that we are all just people having fun and we need to be gentle with each other when showing this vulnerability?
One of my most cherished acts to show devotion to a dom, is buying them a gift I want them to use on me.
Here is a tool that I've imagined in your hands. Here is something I've spent countless hours fantasizing about. You've never held it before, yet I have memorized the way your fingers will curl around the handle.
Here's a tool I know will be your favorite because I've devoted myself to learning and incorporating your preferences. Do you prefer to play with edges? Points? Perhaps the dull thud of something blunt is more to your taste. Or, in the way you're able to seamlessly move from cruelty to care, would you prefer something capable of more versatility?
I'll know which is your favorite when I buy you your gift. I'll know which will make your eyes glitter with that expression I treasure. The expression of a curious predator satiated enough to indulge in Its sadism. The expression that means you're fantasizing the same things I did when I first saw it. We are now alike, twinned in our desire to hear the cut of it as you swing it through the air. To know the cruel weight of it.
I've spent hours, days, maybe years passively and actively searching for this perfect thing.
In my house, dogs obey enthusiastically and correctly. You will learn all the standard commands, and do them perfectly.
Sit. Crate. Come. Sit. Fetch. Crate. Come. Down - Nope! A sit is not a down. You're thinking when you should be listening. We're going to start again, with a higher level on your e-collar.
No, puppy, you're not my dog. You're a dog. One whose owner didn't have the stomach for what needs to be done to keep you in line. But don't worry, we're going to get you right as rain.
Im pretty sure every time ive seen your arms or heard your voice i have bit my lip in barely restrained desire.
You exhude an ease of presence, like you occupy space mindfully and intently.
Would you play your "find me" game if I asked? Ive been nervous to ask but youre always so sweet. It feels like you could sweetly take me to an inhuman place i wouldnt want to come back from.
Send me this post with a green emoji.
This goes for anyone.
You'll be consenting to my game, where I will be using the public information you post to try and identify your location. I may decide to not play this game with an individual, or you may find yourself being careful enough I can't find you.
I wont respond or acknowledge your message otherwise.
If at any time you change your mind you can send me either "Red" or a red emoji and I will immediately stop and delete any notes I may have taken.
I reserve the right to publicly brag about the hunt, keeping you anonymous, and potentially use parts of your reaction as trophies as I have done in the past.
By and large this is a game that wears me out, so I don't play it often.
I'm sure your emoji will get lost in the sea of messages I get.
about someone seeing me with my cane and my limp. the fragility and anxiety with which i generally carry myself. my sweet and genuinely overly-trusting demeanor. that im short enough that most anyone can see clear over my head. thinking that this makes me a perfect target. weak, gullible, easy prey.
thinking about someone acting on that. hunting me down, following me, finding out where i live and the places i frequent. maybe even "accidentally" bumping into me and making my acquaintance, asking if id like to meet up and get to know each other.
drugging me only to find that my focus stays stronger and clearer than they anticipated. grabbing and pinning me only to feel my joints contort and give way under their grasp as i slip free with ease. backing me into a corner or against a wall, expecting the fear of a trapped animal, and being met with keen eyes and a growing smile that puts a chill in your gut.
you thought i was prey, but you were mistaken. youve lost your footing, made yourself vulnerable in your confidence and assertiveness, and now the jaws of something much stranger and more dangerous than you ever couldve expected are snapping shut around you. you never had a chance.
something I've discovered a lot with my shock collar stuff is that girl's brains will melt if you're sweet to them while you're shocking them. "Sweetie, I'm glad you're sorry, but you know that's not gonna help you. Here, hold my hand, okay? Next shock is going to be worse and I know you're crying but it's going to happen anyway."
Good girl! You're doing so well for me. Look you've already gotten so high on the power setting. We're going to start pushing a little harder now, okay? I know my sweet girl can take it.
You can take it right?
Here, take the controls. You want me proud of you, right?
