#Body Modificiation

[thecrybabydiaries]

I posted 764 times in 2022

That's 315 more posts than 2021!

176 posts created (23%)

588 posts reblogged (77%)

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I tagged 233 of my posts in 2022

#for daddy - 98 posts

#luna writes - 18 posts

#dd/lg sfw - 12 posts

#asked - 9 posts

#oh daaaaaddy - 7 posts

#dumbification - 7 posts

#dd/lg kink - 7 posts

#queue - 7 posts

#luna reads - 7 posts

#i’m deceased - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#no offense but literally hes just a man hes not a hero hes just a man who had to sing this song

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It makes me so happy that I’m (finally) in a healthy enough headspace to handle Daddy degrading me so aggressively and consistently.

10 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

80 Days

12 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

Asking Permission

It never fails to make me laugh when vanillas get pissed at me for saying something like, “Oh, let me ask my fiancèpppppp/Daddy first before I get [a body modificiation]” or, “I want to, but my fiance said no.” because they can’t comprehend that he likes to know when I’m planning to modify myself and I have a few mental illnesses that can create manic episodes where I’m not thinking clearly about a modification I want to get. 

There are so many options to consider when modifying my body for my pleasure or his. If I “ask permission” first, we can take the time to ensure I’m not rushing into a shitty artist that I’ll regret, screwing us financially because I have no sense of impulse control or even just the consequences of my actions. 

So with that being said, 

What Modifications Need Pre-Approval?

Tattoos. These, obviously, are huge commitments and financial hits for us. Plus, when my favorite artist books are open, there’s a 2-3 month waitlist, but I also have very little impulse control. When I want to get a new tattoo, I’m (usually) down for the next available artist in my favorite shop. My fiance is diligent about helping me plan out a piece that I’ll love for a very, very long time.

Piercings. Another commitment and financial hit. Ears are (usually) pre-approved, but anything more than that needs prior approval to ensure healing won’t fuck up any plans we have (like summertime in general when it’s harder to keep pieces clean due to sweat and chlorine).

Hair cuts over 3 inches in length. The occasional trim is always approved to ensure my hair has the strength required for our favorite activities, but if I want a massive chop, that requires some planning and approval (mostly because he likes long hair on me!)

*Luna’s Tattoo Tip: We always aim for fall and winter tattoos to help ensure the smoothest healing period

When Am I Told No?

Honestly? Rarely. If I want to modify my body for him, he’s usually on board. It’s not so much of “no” as it is “not right now” For example, I have multiple tattoos planned, but we have to go slow on those because of healing and finances. I have a semi-large piece planned that we’re expecting to be around $500. (And when you’re trying to save for a life together, that money could go a long way)

There is a small list of modifications I cannot get (for good reasons) like a septum piercing (my family is reformed Jewish, and they’d murder me for altering my body in a way that’s not easily covered). I can’t get any tattoos that I can’t cover with clothing easily (arms, chest, lower legs, feet, hands, etc.) for professionalism. I have to keep my hair past my shoulders so I can put it up for work (again, professional at its finest), and anything shorter would cause intense curling issues.

Can I Override His Choice?

Yes and no. While I have never had to override his opinion, he is very understanding and open to me talking to him about these things. He'd only truly tell me "no" for a handful of reasons such as we don't have money, I'm asking for something that is in a manic state, or the consequences outweigh the rewards.

So while vanillas get pissed at me for “asking permission”, it comes from a place of ignorance. I’m asking him to help me make a choice that could follow me around for a very long time.

Besides, what else is Daddy for if not helping me make these big choices? ;)

14 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#2

Why Would You Give Up Your Orgasms?

"You're kidding, right? Were you coerced? Did he bribe you?"

No, I'm not kidding. No, I wasn't coerced or bribed. I asked for it. Begged for it even. It took us years to build up to it, but gods damn I love it.

I've always been interested in orgasm denial, the power exchange that comes with it, the tingle all over that comes with a load blown and I'm left trembling and aching for my own.

Daddy likes that each time I edge for him, my brain fades a bit more. I'm more willing to try new stuff for and with Daddy like now he slaps me and pops my body.

But why? Why would I willingly give up my orgasms for Daddy? And permanently, much less?

The short answer? I need him to. My orgasms were making me greedy and selfish with serving Daddy.

The long answer? It's not brainwashing, it's not coercion, it's not being forced. It's a kink we're greatly enjoying. There's a certain power exchange that comes with giving something so intimate up to him and letting him control it.

Being denied has also improved our relationship. It's brought a new level of trust into our relationship, forced more communication and more openness. I've let Daddy more into my being and my lines of thinking. He's also kept more of a close watch on me; my mental state, my emotional well-being, and physical needs as being denied so frequently tends to leave me very energized and needy.

Adding this level of kink, as far as denial goes, I highly recommend it. It's spine tingling, frustrating in the best of ways and unbelievably incredible.

So you don’t cum… at all?

Rarely. Maybe once every month or so…? We started with sessions where I wouldn’t cum then we moved up to two sessions in a row where I wouldn’t cum, then naturally moved up the line from there. I can’t actually remember my last orgasm and I don’t regret it. I think I’m getting my next orgasm at the end of the year. Maybe.

Daddy likes me denied and I love serving him and feeling the bliss of edging so everyone wins!

15 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“It just feels so good, doesn’t it?”

My hips were mindlessly grinding against Daddy’s hand, my mind slowly turning to a gooey, hazy fog.

Daddy kept cooing in my ear, coaxing my guard lower as the familiar cocktail of his scent, my desire and sweat fed the mental fog.

“It just feels so good to edge, doesn’t it?”

Another deep breath, my hips raising quickly from his hand with a deep groan. My eyes squeezed shut as Daddy’s smile, his pride, burned into my skin. “Deep breath, princess… No cummies yet. Just relax and edge for Daddy.”

I couldn’t place my last orgasm, even with a level head. Daddy keeps me denied now, as encouragement to be the best toy for him.

This time last year, I couldn’t stand the idea of denial. Oh, how greedy I was.

At some point, I started to desire it… I wanted - needed Daddy to deny me. To control when and if I got to cum. To teach me to be less greedy with my orgasms. To teach me to put his pleasure first - where it belongs.

Daddy cooed again, “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

32 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

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A Kayan Lahwi (Padaung) woman who has removed her brass neck coils in in Pan Pet region, Kayah, Myanmar. Women of Burma who elongate their necks using brass neck rings to make themselves look like dragons and protect themselves against rape Credit: Eric Baccega/MediaDrum

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Meet The Man With A World Record For Most Body Modifications Rolf Buchholz has greater than 516 physique modifications. A man from Germany has set a Guinness World Record for essentially the most variety of physique modifications.

[tcfactory]

🛌 = "Move over, you big lug," Aurelia said as she flopped onto the bed next to Zenos. "You need a cuddle, don't ya?"

Zenos peered up at her, his eyes bloodshot and his face unhealthily pale. One of his arms was twitching, seemingly without his control or notice.

“I’m hardly good company at this moment, but I am not going to say no.” He knew better than to try to move or take anything for the pain. Cuddling sounded like a wonderful way to put his mind at ease, at the very least.

[miscmeanderings]

---Meet cute---

When you come back from Thanksgiving, there’s a new guy hanging around with the fratboys who still nominally live in the last three rooms at the end of the corridor while they’re still waiting to grow out of being freshman and be allowed to live in the House like normal people.

In and of itself, there’s nothing wrong with this. The frat boys, despite their rowdy ways and dress sense which make them look like a cliche of Greek life are actually a pretty decent bunch who welcome new students into their midst like a pack of golden retrievers. (Read: readily, warmly, and sometimes with barking and twerking in absence of tails.)

Problem the first: the boys introduce the new guy as “Frankenstein”. You’ve met Victor Frankenstein and the tall, broad, new addition to the floor is definitely not the stooped, sallow boy you’re familiar with. You’re a little face-blind sometimes but you’re also pretty sure that a week isn’t enough time to get a glow-up which includes gaining about seven inches in height.

Problem the second: while you’re being introduced to “call-me-Frank” for the first time, the harsh fluorescent lights in the laundry room make it obvious that the stitches you initially thought were punk tattoos around his wrist, neck, and ring finger are insanely three-dimensional. You will later blame your next action on your brother’s best friend, who has drummed it into you that all people with tattoos love talking about them.

“Nice to meet you Frank. That’s a really cool tattoo. Do you know Victor? You guys have the same last name.”

And then you reach out and gently poke the the circle of stitches around the ring finger in the large hand you’re shaking. They are definitely stitches.

This is the point where things could still have been saved. Out-of-town-cousin-into-body-modificiation. Unfortunate-accident-with-a-rogue-tree-clipper-and-actually-Frankenstein-is-common-where-I-come-frome. Look-free-tacos-change-the-subject!

Unfortunately what the particular fratbro accompanying Frank has in warmth and friendliness, he lacks in chill.

“OH SHIT. LOOK YOU CANNOT TELL ANYONE. FRANK’S A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT.”

You blink. Frank blinks and his grip tightens slightly. You are suddenly very aware that he is much larger than you and that a laundry room is a surprisingly practical place to commit a murder, especially in the afternoon when everyone is at class. You make a mental note to never try to avoid laundry rush hour again.

Then the grip eases and Frank sighs.

“Jeff, if it’s a secret, perhaps don’t shout it.”

“Ah... my bad...”

Frank turns back to you and suggests continuing this conversation in a less echo-y chamber with a distressing lack of comfortable seating. You suggest the student lounge where things should be reasonably discrete so long as nobody starts shouting.

Nursing canned drinks and seated in a corner of the lounge where nobody can easily eavesdrop, Frank basically explains... well that he’s an abomination of nature and a walking fuck-you to all known science. Jeff takes issue with this description and the conversation almost derails as he starts to insist that every human has intrinsic value and none of us can help how we’re made.

In Frank’s case, this last line is literally true.

It turns out that good ol’ Victor of sallow complexion, poor posture, and frankly a rather elitist and antisocial demeanour may also be a bloody genius. (Or very, very lucky.) Somehow, in the privacy of his dorm room, he had managed to create life. Not in the old fashioned-way of knocking bits with someone of complementary sexual apparatus. He’d instead chosen a more hands-on approach of stitching together chunks of flesh from a variety of sources, and somehow imbuing them with life and sentience. The result was Frank.

You briefly consider asking where the flesh came from, and if it’s all human. The ethics involved in a sentient chimera would be fascinating. But that seems a bit rude for an introductory conversation so you shelve the idea. Instead you gently point out that this is a rather fantastic story and while you like to keep an open mind, Jeff does also have something of a reputation as a practical joker. (Admittedly, Jeff’s practical jokes usually run more in the line of adding hair dye to shampoo bottles of his frat brothers but it seems politer than straight up demanding proof.)

So the boys show you Frank/Victor’s room. The place looks fairly normal aside from the lack of a roommate; how did Victor score that win in the student housing sweepstakes. But then they lift the dust cover over the spare bed and holy shit that is a lot of lab equipment and notebooks. Frank picks up the top-most one and opens it around midway. It’s filled with weirdly neat writing and chunks of it have been highlighted.

“You’re welcome to read these. Short of replicating the procedure, or allowing an invasive examination of myself, they are the closest thing we possess to proof. Jeff’s brother, Gavin has already gone through them and marked the relevant sections. Like yourself, he was somewhat sceptical of my claims. As you have already noticed, I also exhibit several physical abnormalities. It is less noticeable on my face and hands, but I am very much the sum of multiple parts.”

And here, in the privacy of the dorm room, Frank toe’d off a sneaker, and rolled back his jeans and sock. The same ring of stitches ran around his ankle. Below the line, his foot was a ruddy tan not dissimilar to his hands. Above the line, the skin was the deep brown of coffee with a drop of milk.

“Oh shit shorts are out. Summer’s gonna be a bitch.”

It’s not the most eloquent thing you could have said but Jeff’s face lights up and Frank smiles wryly. It feels like you’ve passed a test.

---Paperwork---

It turns out that the fratboys have been taking Frank to class with them.

This is not hard as their classes are still largely lectures, and the professors have no inkling of which names match which faces. It’s perhaps made even easier by the fact that Frank is flat-out impersonating Victor who shares a surprising number of classes with at least one of the fratbros, so there’s always someone he walks in with who swears he’s meant to be there.

(“Wha- yeah this is Frank! Short for Frankenstein? He’s been in this class since week one prof. Hahaha yeah, usually slouched at the back. He IS tall.”)

With the exception of Jeff (who you’re beginning to wonder if you should have a little chat with about the importance of selecting classes and a major), the fratbros are planning to specialise in an interesting range of hard sciences, engineering, and philosophy. This eclectic mix seems to overlap with the courses Victor signed up for. Nobody is entirely sure what Victor’s major was even though he’s in his third year, or why he was taking so many level 100 and 200 courses. But it works out so nobody questions it. One of the TAs for a tutorial class raises an eyebrow when she’s taking roll call the first class after Thanksgiving but comments not further. She’s not paid enough to care about students possibly swapping places and call-me-Frank is a much more constructive addition to the class than she remembers Victor being so... fuck it.

(Almost as a rule, the professors are also weirdly charmed by Frank, but maybe that’s just because he talks like a text-book or an old person. You’ve asked Gavin about this since he’s the only one aside from Frank who’s bothered to slog through all of Victor’s notes. Gavin has no answers. Victor’s notes are... haphazard at best and distressingly silent on the origins of Frank’s component parts. You still aren’t comfortable raising it with Frank.)

The problem comes two weeks after thanksgiving when the first assignments come due.

“Frank needs to submit his mid-term paper for chem but we’re locked out of Victor’s email. Can you like... hack it?”

You consider explaining to Jeff that just because you’re taking Computing 101 doesn’t make you a hacker, although it is actually a skillset you’d like to acquire and you thought computing class would be a good way to ease in but so far it’s a lot more complicated than you thought and you’re becoming fairly sure this is NOT the thing you should major in because sadly interest does not always breed aptitude and you’re doing heck of a lot better in your writing class than computing. Though there’s something to be said about acquiring technical skills which is also quite attractive as a concept at least. Also, a lot of “hacking” turns out to involve guessing how people think and preying on psychology rather than actual technical prowess and - you realise you’ve been staring at Jeff with your mouth slightly open for about twenty seconds and he’s starting to look concerned.

“Uhm, I can’t.”

It’s honestly like kicking a puppy. Well a puppy and... maybe a Saint Bernard? Because Frank is standing behind Jeff holding a laptop and looking faintly worried and disappointed. You didn’t adopt Frank the way the fratboy pack did. But knowing The Secret makes you feel vaguely responsible. Also he and Jeff really do look weirdly pathetic.

That’s probably why you offer to hook them up with your friend from the administration office who’ll update Victor’s student ID if you spin some kind of plausible reason. (“Terrible accident right after matriculation and reconstructive surgery. Very sad. He’s trying to get used to how he looks now and seeing his old face staring at him every time he uses his card is just... painful. Can we just replace the picture?”)

And you know a guy working in campus tech support who’s just lazy enough to reset a password without additional checks on pesky things like security questions if you present him with a student ID.

While you’re at it, you help Frank check on the ol’ school fees status and there’s some happy news there because Victor’s paid up in full for the rest of the school year. Which is weird because usually the school only bills at the start of semester when course sign-ups are in but nobody’s about to look this gift horse in the mouth.

And just like that, “Victor” Frankenstein starts to turn from a languishing aimless third-year to a straight-A’s student. Turns out Frank is as smart as he sounds - possibly smarter - and the professors love him even more after the mid-term assignment submissions.

In your free moments, you wonder what’s happened to Victor and how long this charade can last. As far as the fratbros know, he disappeared the same night they found Frank, and hasn’t been seen since. Nobody misses Victor, but does that make it okay for Frank to just... slide into his life? You try not to think about how much larger and stronger than Victor Frank is, or how the fact of his creation means that somewhere on campus there is some means of acquiring, moving, and disposing of human body parts unnoticed.

The Hollywood creation of "Castle Frankenstein" as the place where Victor creates the Creature is really a shame, as it prevents the wider public from knowing the hilarity of the fact that Victor made his fucked up homunculus in his student housing at the college in Ingolstadt. Imagine you're trying to get your bachelor's degree and the chem major down the hall has created a crime against god in his fucking dorm room AND THEN HE LEAVES IT THERE. The creature has to make his own damn way off campus somehow!!!

[tulsitea-blog]

mmmm goob morning im just thinkin about how im gonna preemptively kill myself as soon as it becomes unbearably hot outside and the water starts to swallow major coast cities. im not even #suicide ideation al anymore it's just a self preservation thought cause i already have a lot of issues as long as i get to hang out a lot w/ my friends before the earth dies i'll be good and imma leave of my own accord and leave my wonderful physical form to rot somewhere nice. which also means i want to pursue many more forms of body modificiation and i used to have a very intense fear of natural disasters and i realize this is just a manifestation / futher iteration of that same fear. but it is also real that our planet is dying and i am a scared and i hate contributing to it but sadly it is still deteriorating anyway and living in a way that is healthy for the planet is becoming more and more impossible. as soon as i get cancer or the earth "gets cancer", i am so the fuck outta here. completely. done w/ it. @ all my friends: don't worry but also please don't feel a need or want to make a suicide pact w/ me. these are my own paranoid thoughts. i don't want to die there are just certain circumstances i would not want to or be able to live under. my brain's metaphorical pressure would make me explode yaknow? i think we have like 20 years before the earth collapses, and we should all link up and love and live our best lives before then. i am a lot less depressed than i used to be and i am learning to enjoy life. i know know it is inevitable and i can't lead a sad and barren existence :( i am going to travel a lot and meet a lot of people and experience a lot of new things, i'm just thinking about my future, and it's going to be shorter and better than a miserable 90 year lifespan. my whole family history has lived that way and it's been awful to see it play out and to see everyone just get worse and worse and worse. i see too much on a day to day basis which is why i blog and talk so much and smoke so much weed and constantly seek other substances cause i am trying so. fucking. hard to block it out. i need constant sensory distraction. i am always dissociating for this reason as well. but the earth means a lot to me and i will help heal her in whatever little ways i can, but we are too deep for us to be able to lead a comfortable existence past the next few decades. i am excited to see how it plays out and then relieved to put an end to my own life. i love you all so much i am still here we can still talk LIFE ISN'T POINTLESS i am just having a Manifesto Moment

[crippledaydreams]

[gamemakerm]

I'm still thinking about getting magnetic implants but now I'm wondering if there are other body mods that fall along similar lines

aside from RFID tags I haven't found much though, do you guys know about anything of the sort?

[yaraalsayes]

Egyptians are no strangers to body modification, no matter how taboo it may seem in modern Egyptian society. Any elderly woman from Upper Egypt will most likely wear a beauty mark tattooed on her chin, and one of the first gifts to a newborn baby girl is a pair of gold earrings and piercings to [...]

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[dispetrichordia]

On the bus again. My backpack was filled with bus ticket stub confetti. I should get some kinda discount. It's chilly and leaves are turning. Nebraska here I come... First stop NYC! But uh, talk to me about stuff or send me jokes or some shit to pass the time...