Fuck her but make her concentrate on telling you 5 things she loves most about herself. After, make her convince you that she knows how pretty she is by moaning “I’m a pretty girl” “I’m daddy’s pretty girl” that’s right baby you’re my pretty girl. Now cum for me princess
I’m pretty sure @inkynsfw wasn’t my main NSFW blog.
I’m so confused right now…
… like it looks familiar, but I completely forgot we had a whole other system name at that point.
this is super weird. I have no idea how many subsystems / sidesystems we even have, but definitely know this one. like whole big-ass chunk of our memory is connected to it, ya know?
whatever, I’m #HornyOnMain, because that’s a thing.
And now I’m on my knees for you as you are sitting in your chair as I stare at the floor and mutter.
“Please… Please, Goddess…. Please…. I really need to feel your divinity…. Please….”
“Would you like me to fill you with my divinity, dear?” you ask, slightly amused at how much of a slut I am for you.
“Yes, please, Goddess, please…” I mutter some more.
You grab my chin and make me look into your eyes. They’re full of lust.
“Stand up.”
I obey.
“Onto the couch.”
I quickly crawl onto the small sofa that is in your office and wait for you to come over. I spread my legs for you instinctively.
“Aww…” you coo, “You’re such a needy slut.”
“O-I-Only for you, Goddess.” I whimper and gasp for air.
I need you so, so much.
“Then why won’t you beg for your Goddess.”
“P-Please…. Goddess…. I-I-I m-need to feel you…. N-n-N…. Fuck.” my voice breaks, “Please…. I need you so much…. Please…. Bless me with your girldick.” I squirm, “Please…. Fill me up…. Please…. Please…. Fuck me, fuck me….”
But you are already letting your shorts fall down.
“Yes, dear, you’re such a good girl for your Goddess, of course I’m gonna let you feel my girldick inside you, hun.
And then you thrust into me lovingly, "I’m gonna make you feel so good, love. I’m gonna fill you up with my divinity.”
this makes me wish I hadn’t switch to twt for main. long form posts are kind of hot sometimes compared to microblogging. fediverse is kind of configurable and decentralized ~ activitystreams and ostatus and activitypub and all that stuff are intercompatible. technically I could post 1337 characters on the fedi instance I use, but most of my posts aren’t smut anyway so tumblr is fine I guess. […] I guess I’m back on tumblr. neat.
Get on your knees for me, baby. Press your face against my groin and nuzzle my bulge. Imagine how good that’ll feel sliding between your lips, your pretty mouth used for my pleasure. Like that? Now smile for me and open up.
The age of these young alters may or may not match their maturity or level of skills, and it may be that some child alters have skills and wisdom of those far beyond their years while still having the same childlike wants, needs, perceptions, and general enjoyments of children closer to their perceived age.
[#2]
It is not uncommon for alters with important internal tasks, such as internal self helpers and gatekeepers, to present as adults, and they may disown any more juvenile thoughts, feelings, or desires in order to best complete their tasks.
[CONTENT WARNING]
I normally avoid syscourse, but this topic is so radioactive I felt the need to drop my opinion on the topic because it came up several times i the past few years:
The misinformation that alter ages for younger folx in a system somehow strips the entire system of the agency normally afforded to someone of a particular body age, is both legally dubious, and not supported by medical or academic research.
Futhermore, my treatment team have never once even a single time suggested that our body age is anything other than the legal age with which we should rightfully live our life.
This is not a hot take.
It’s not even lukewarm.
My take on this, is that I have legal rights, and our system is sufficiently integrated to cooperate on decisions related to our life, our body, our legal status, legal name, and all manner of topics which are considered legal rights to anyone who is the age of majority in their respective jurisdiction.
There has never been a judge, social worker, member of our treatment team, nor any other governmental or non-governmental authority who has exercised their authority to deny us our agency and rights.
For that matter, we’ve been a system for so long we literally have children who are young adults.
Our own kids are adults.
Really.
Claiming that children who we had a hand in raising are somehow adults, but our system is not legally and culturally capable of acting as an adult is not only offensive, it’s pseudoscience.
That’s not how this works.
Disabilities rarely lead to someone’s legal status as an adult being revoked, and in our case, that remains true:
Feels pretty gross to have a community interaction hit a gaslighting trigger by responding to a good faith question with hiding my reply / question.
Basically, the exact reasons why I spent so much time closeted / covert / stealth and was never open about my experiences got brought back by some drama today, and now I’m feeling like it won’t be the last time I get retraumatized by such behaviors if I continue to openly talk about having a dissociative disorder.
Witch hunts and fake claiming and purity culture and gatekeeping, various exclusionary discourse and people looking around, digging for reasons why they feel like pushing people out is a good approach ~ pretty much why I was always an LGBTQ+ ally / advocate, or sometimes openly claimed the community.
I’m back to saying I’m trans now, because psychologically and emotionally it feels a lot less likely to lead to drama and retraumatization.
Being openly queer / trans / nonbinary or similar is a lot less likely to lead to interactions with folks who set my brain weather off in a bad way. I get that folks have needs for how they want to heal, but competing access needs are a very real thing.
I really need a community which feels psychologically and emotionally safe. Being reminded of what it’s like to have someone police my identity, or question my own experiences has happened enough times that there are red flags which I outright avoid for safety reasons.
I don’t owe anyone my participation. I’m not going to put up with triggers and apologism for things which make me feel unsafe. My own healing has to come first, otherwise I can’t ever hope to be a mental health ally or help anyone else.
Basically, posting this because I felt like the safe choice was to redact, delete, and remove a large portion of my participation in the plural community on twitter.
There’s no space in my life for discourse or gatekeeping. I already had way too much of that in my life living in the south as a nonbinary queer person and being targeted with various forms of bigotry and hate speech, and even the occasional hate crime (more often than you’d think) ~ the idea of participating in a support-type community that leaves me feeling unsafe and retraumatized is definitely unconscionable.
look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people won’t require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you don’t need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding you
⚠ CONTENT WARNING ⚠
emotional abuse
gaslighting
psychological abuse
bad faith
harassment
I wish I had seen this before my problematic weekend. I still have my twitter notifications completely disabled because I’m still getting multiple notifications per day about some of the folks who are:
committed to misunderstanding [me]
… it’s really unpleasant when folks argue in bad faith and harass folks for something they never said or did, ideas they don’t hold, feelings they don’t have, actions they never took, etc.
At the peak of this mass troll brigate, I had been quote-tweeted by 4 people with hot takes which distorted something I had said, and I was getting over 100 notifications per hour.
Letting folks silence me is something I’ve historically been prone to, and I’m glad it’s starting to be less of a pattern. I don’t deserve abusive interactions with jerks who seem to thrive on hostility, and I don’t deserve reminders of what it’s like to live with an abuser and experience gaslighting in my own home.
Distorting & manipulating the words someone says in good faith, and dressing it up as something ugly, and then aggressively attacking that person’s character for sport is pretty gross. No thanks.
If you ask some of the most renowned makeup artists around the world what the most important aspect of any makeup look is, chances are most of them will say the base. We’re talking skin care, foundation, concealer, blush, and highlighter.
Primer as a step in applying the base can help, but this article has way more insights than I could ever describe [because I don’t even know half this stuff, I just try my best to do skincare & get enough coverage while still looking natural].
