#LMAO BITCH SHUT UP

[mrsimqle]

I’ll always be there to point and laugh when people act like it’s impossible to depict black and poc in their art especially the damn sims

[sojutrait]

this is why anadius talks to yall the way he does

[nebulanightsky]

Suddenly remembers their dark experiences with an alternate version of their counterpart

[xochimillilili]

◇ About + DNI ◇

°•Asks: open but pls don't be a bitch ^_^ !!! Dms: closed•°

Welcome to my blog~ My name is Xochimilli, feel free to call me Xochi or sir. A 21 year old switchy vers genderqueer boygirl cat thing, It/He pronouns (yes capitalized :3)

If you cannot handle different time zones and the fact others have lives out of kink, don't even bother. Asks will not be answered right away !!!

Time Zone: GMT -6 • Mexico City

♡ My puppy ♡

My pup is the sweet good boyy @onetiredpup, or 🫀 puppy who I lovee and adore so so soooo much 💛 THE BOYFRIEND LOVEY BABY PUPPY COW MY SWEET DARLING BOY AND PUPPY HUSBAND PRINCESS AND SWEET LITTLE ONE 💛💛💛💛💛 A A AAAAAA AA AAAAAAA KISSING HIM KISSING HER HUGGING THEM SO TIGHTLY

◇Anons◇

•🪐 • 🩻 • 🦇 • 🪲 • 🐻 • 🐼 • ⚰️ • 🌱 • doe • 🧜‍♀️ • 🫧 • 🌻 • 👑 • 🦦 • 🌌 • 🥺 • 🤍 • 🐾 • 🍰 • 🍑 • 🪣 • 👑🖤 • 🍊 • 🍤 • 🐈‍⬛ • 🪷 • 🐞 • 🐬 • 🌟 • 🏩 • ✴️ • 🎃

I reccomend not to interact if you just want the horny!!! I will rb anything n everything I want <3

◇DNI◇

Raceplay, and ED and feederism blogs dni, if you cause harm to others dni, I can and will block anyone I want to, this is my safe space. Minors, ageless blogs and terfs fuck off, I will block you

◇ Kinks ◇ Limits + more under cut ◇

Kinks◇

Petplay • Impact play • Soft Degradation + Praise • Bondage • Piss/Omo • Mommy/Daddy • Somno • Breeding • Pregnancy • Edging + Cum Denial • Free Use • Sub/Dom • Fauxcest • Light Knifeplay • CNC • Intox • Medical play • Exhibitionism • Voyeurism • Light Humiliation • Temperature play • Biting/Marking • Primal • Royalty play • Lactation/Milking • Musk/scent • Blood • Cockwarming • Wax/Candle play • Stalking • Kidnapping • Objectum • Pain play/Physical Injury • Possesiveness • Forcemasc • Monsterfucking • Gore (will not post about it) • Cannibalism (will not post about it)

Limits◇

My limits !! I either don't enjoy them personally or can't do/write for them !!! I do try my best to block these tags !!! Bold = probable instant block

Selling stuff lol I don't sell photos nor anything ^_^•Height difference (woahs dysphoria creator 9000) • Scat • Inflation • Detrans/Misgendering • Raceplay • Brat taming (I am too soft/socially not skilled enough for it) • Vomit • Beast • Cheating • Older men/ younger women • AB/DL • Hypno • Sissy • Weight gain/Loss + Feederism • calling me or my writing scary :( call me anything else, but not scary :(

Subby Xochi shit

For if you wanna try n dom/top me, I won't put up a fight. Go ahead and just shut me up and put me in place for a while

Kinks

Petplay (kitty/bunny), incredibly soft degradation, lots of praise, piss, omo, somno, breeding, pregnancy, edging/cum denial, humiliation, CNC, free use, alcohol intox, biting/marking, royalty play, laction/milking, cockwarming, pain play, possesiveness, forcemasc, mommy, fauxcest

Size difference but only in regards to my genitals when I am bottoming, please don't include it when I am topping I will cry and not in a hot way, but in a dysphoric miserable horrid way

Terms I use

Feminine and masculine terms are both so cool !!! Call me good girl and princess, but remember I do ID as a man partly !!! Kitty words and refering to my genitals as princess/ kitty parts is so woaghs ♡ I got a cock, a cunt, pussy, tdick, clit, etc go wild lmao

Petnames that make me explode more than normal lol ♡: Princess !!!, kitty, bitch, little boy !!!, sweetie, cutie, my love !!! make shit up I will explode at most things lmao

My puppy's good boy chart ♡

Good boy chart for my lovely puppyyyyy, my sweet boyfriend @onetiredpup 💛 So so sooo excited for using it with him !!!! Will update it as they get stickers :3 so everyone can see what a good boy she is~

based off @/droolypupboy's chart !!!!

◇ More: (aka xochi doesn't stfu<3)

I am literally just queer, in gender and sexuality, I am just a queer fuck !!!! My gender is just I am God, because I fucking am God. I have a boyfriebd. I have a boyfriend. Did I mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend and I love him I love my boyfriend with my whole being 💛

Dom top leaning switch, just do whatever you want

Autistic and ADHD, and a smoothie of mental shit, and chronically pained– Age regressor will always log out before regressing. Also a full time student, don't fret if I don't answer right away~

Living in a shit ass town, long periods of silence are usually due to floods or power outages, or when age regressing.

◇Xochi is a real person I am not horny all the time lmao

A former part time librarian and part time English teacher now graphic design student ^_^ i am trying to create a good future for myself and create the life I want <3

Crybaby, stupid mental illness disaster, hypersexual so go ahead n do whatever

I like stuff apart from masturbating and being horny~ Like drawing, Sky: Children of the Light, Sanrio (My Melody my beloved ♡), Percy Jackson, Artemis Fowl, Pretty Cure, Aurora, Snoopy, plushies and cooking to name a few things I like, so don't be afraid to just talk about my interests! I'm not scary I promise :]

Yayyy yippee congrats for getting through this long ass thing !!! Star for you~ ☆

[wishchip106]

i wonder how long it took for charles to get out of his habits and depression after dofp

putting my problems on charles lmao

charles not wanting to change but knowing he needs too because nothing beneficial will come out of staying in his sad little bubble of alcohol and the serum.

i find it kind of unrealistic to just be able to get out of that hole. he would be going through two different types of withdrawal and his ex kinda broke his heart again

the main reason he got out of the house was because logan told him about the future and that his sister was going to be tortured and experimented on

he would also have to get re-used to not using his legs AND telepathy

bro stronger than me damn

i feel like mental health was also definitely not treated the same way it is now compared to the 70s so he pretty much just has hank as a support beam

change is an incredibly difficult thing so i bet it took at least a few years for charles to heal from all those years of drinking and taking too high a dose of the serum and depression. even then he still clearly has some lingering habits as we can see in dark pheonix he resorts to drinking whenever he struggles with something (and this is 20 years after dofp)

this guy crazy forreal

[the-patrex]

I have seen a LOT of discourse about the finale so here is my final opinion on it: I Liked it I thought it was Very Bad

[enden-k]

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was really depressed and sad lately abt losing a bunch of friends/ppl i believed to be friends this year, esp someone i considered my closest friend of over 10 years who lived w me in my house for a long time too, that i started to regret cutting ties even tho it was a rather toxic/uncomfortable thing we had going on (he was very clingy and attached and jealous of me and started stealing my identity while spreading lies abt me till it really became a problem) but hearing now that he uses AI "art" bc he apparently still tries to become me, even tho he went to the same fucking art college after i graduated from it and learned stuff etc (you dont need to go to art college to get good at art btw, imo its a waste of time and money tbh), immediately made me lose all the regrets and sadness over our broken friendship LMAO bc FUCK YOU IF YOU USE AI FOR ART GRAHHHH i dont want ppl doing that anywhere near me shoooo

[crowdusk]

me, having never finished a fic in my life:

also me: wait i have a complex worldbuilding zosan fantasy au idea……..

[1960z]

“we need more mean female characters” y’all couldn’t even handle athena cykes

[armandposting]

I'm literally just sick of people condescending to me about ~gothic fiction~ because I don't like a character in it. me having strong feelings about him does not mean that it's not an interesting and well written character. in fact I wouldn't give so much of a shit if he wasn't. you don't HAVE to like every guy in a work of fiction to enjoy it, analyze it, or understand it. and in fact gothic lit is a great place to do this. sometimes the more enjoyable way for a person to experience fiction is to want to take a character to pieces. I have characters in tvc that I want to put in my pocket and ones that I want to pelt with rotten fruit. they're ALL interesting and ALL add something to the work. I'm not incapable of seeing that just because I think some of them are shitty people. I actually do not understand the perspective that you DO have to like every character in a work to Get It. there's a lot of fuckin characters in here! it's not a requirement to like all of them! I don't like lestat either his appeal to me as a character is not that I personally like him it's that he does interesting things and I like to watch the fallout. that's also a normal way to experience a character. they don't have to all be there to be your fuckin friends

[lukeslywalkers]

Haven’t been in the tag for like a day because fucking Milton is making people just outside of the cone (where I live) go crazy and all MY baddies are directly in its path 😔 Milton is quite literally scaring the hoes 😔

But for real this is my excuse to tell the other Floridians in this little group that I’m thinking about them and hoping everyone is able to stay safe! I know it’s not anything but with Helene just happening I know it’s adding to everyone’s anxiety but like I told my friend this morning “you have prepared the best you can, you’re following your local guidelines, you’re ready for everything and for nothing. you know what you’re doing”

i love yall and will be waiting down south with a push broom and pizza for when that man finally leaves

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

So a thing about Kyle Rayner is that he gets compared to Peter Parker a lot. Which is y'know not invalid, insofar as that they're both everyman characters who got great power by accidentally being in the right place at the right time, and had to learn great responsibility as a result of the guilt of losing a loved one.

Thing is, while all that is true, I'm a firm believer that if Emerald Twilight was written today, Kyle would be compared more with the other Spider-Man. Because while he has a similar origin to Peter, our boy Kyle is a legacy hero like Miles. Both of them had to struggle to figure out what it meant to be a hero with no help from their predecessors, ultimately taking the name and making it their own

Hell, in the Spider-Verse movies, Miles is an artist!

[kyluxtrashpit]

Every time I try to write lately, I just can't get anywhere with it :/ I can string words together but they feel empty. Events happen, but what story are they even telling? There's no emotion, no depth, so substance at all. I just can't make anything that's about or says anything at all and idk why :/

[andorerso]

I know it's not that serious but I get so mad when people say Jyn didn't care about Cassian as much as he did about her 🔪🔪🔪

[sophfandoms53]

Damn the bottles gave me hope that she’d hand them out to who was safe ala key wheel style like the pies last season but its fine a stupid ring toss nomination game works too ig🙄

[pondslime]

invasive

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

wordcount: 941 

Reader POV. Your dreams take you to different places, but you’re never too far out of reach. 

EXTREMELY dubious consent as always. Mostly weird prose, but there’s some smut thrown in here as well. Somnophilia, cockwarming. 

A/N: It’s been raining for nearly a week straight where I am. Every single day has been grey. This idea burrowed into my brain and now I’m inflicting it upon you. Similar vibes to poacher’s dream. I just...really wanted to write something that reminded me of the feeling I was trying to capture with that fic. Somnophilia’s been on my mind ever since I read this absolutely electric fic by our lord and savior, @visceravalentines​. Definitely go read it if you haven’t already. It features a lovely man who is not at all like the one in this fic. We should all make out with him instead, probably. We won’t.

You’re lost in a quagmire of green, knee-deep in muck.

You’re running from something, but you aren’t sure what. You feel like it must be close. You can hear crashing, the sloshing of something at your heels. The water is dark here, it’s deep. You need to watch where you’re going, but you won’t. It feels familiar.

Maybe, if you push a little further, you’ll reach the edge of the marshland.

The trees crowd around each other, their bulbous trunks bursting out of thick green algae. It’s so dense here, impossibly heavy with warmth. It soaks through your clothes, bleeds under your skin. If someone sliced you open and cracked your bones apart, you’re sure you'd flare hot. Chalky white and exposed, scattering chunks of marrow over the swamp. 

Things end up here when they have nowhere left to go. They get caught in the hanging moss and become part of the scenery. 

You’ll make a mess of this place, but it won’t matter. There are animals here, bigger than you, and they’ve been waiting. You couldn’t ever run very fast. These kinds of games are about losing.

It wasn’t behind you, anyway. It caught your ankle underwater and pulled you down, tumbled you underneath its weight. You’re spinning wildly, rolling and churning, filling your lungs with water (but it’s so hot here, and you like that stuff).

It’ll play with its food until your neck snaps. Trailing blood in the water, dragging you back to a den squashed in the mangroves. A place of dead things, hobbled together out of reeds and a dozen people’s bones. You wonder if they sparked like yours, if they’re kindling too.

Your body is perched on top of a waterlogged tire and hid away until it starts to rot. It makes it easier to eat when it’s soft like that, when the botflies come. Practical things are sometimes the cruelest.

God, you’ve never been anywhere this hot.

You wake up with your face pressed into the pillow, huffing out shallow breaths. The room is bathed in pale light, milky grey with the faintest wash of blue.

The grey disorients you. There was so much light before. You blink a bit in the gloom. Water is still rushing away above you, beside you. It’s impossible to tell what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. It feels like forever. You lived and you died long before you were spat out here.

Out of the heat of your dream, you’re surprised to feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. You must have thrown the sheets off in your sleep. The position you’re in feels unnatural, one leg hoisted away from you. It rests on something solid, something warmer than this room.

You feel so full (of water, of bugs in your belly eating away the soft tissue, of life).

Stop, look at the window. You’re not underwater. It’s raining, dripping tears down the glass. You’re awake again and the fullness is the pressure between your legs.  

Bo’s hand cups at your breast, jiggling the flesh to test its weight in his palm. He catches your nipple between his fingers, tugs at it. When he rolls his hips, you let out a soft little noise, mouthing at the pillowcase. His cock pulses inside you, thick and warm. 

He’s already so deep.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He murmurs into your ear. “Not with you movin’ round like that.”

His hand wraps around your thigh, easing you down. You let out a whine as you feel your walls stretch around him. He hisses out a breath, digging his fingers into your skin.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice is husky, the rasp of sleep still thick around his words. You can feel how slick you are, how easy it is for him to push in. “What were you dreamin’ ‘bout?”

“You.” You’re not lying, not exactly. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.

It’s the right answer, or, at least, the one he was expecting. You’re never really sure with him. It doesn’t matter, really. Your dream is getting away from you now, chased away by his hands and his lips and his cock. You were somewhere. He was there. You remember heat, you remember weight. 

(Or maybe that’s all there is now and you’re getting things confused.)

“Thought you were tryin’ to kill me, baby.” He nips along your neck. You clench down around him, moaning into the pillow. “Asleep, squeezin’ me like that.”

Good, you almost say. If I wrap myself around you enough times, you can’t breathe. Neither can I, but I only need to do it once. 

People get rid of snakes, throw them off into the swamp. They’re not supposed to be there. But this looks enough like their idea of home, doesn’t it? They’ll adapt or they’ll get eaten, and that’s all you could ask for. 

His breath is warm on your skin. You reach back, your fingers curling into his hair. 

“You ready to stop teasin’ me?”

(I couldn’t stomach you if I did. I’m not supposed to be here, anyway.)

You almost ask him if he had the same dream. Was it hard, waiting for the rot to set in? Waiting for softness? Did you taste better like that? Would he do it again if you asked him to? Could you return the favor?

Your hand tightens in his hair, giving it a sharp tug. His teeth are on your neck and it hurts in the way it’s supposed to hurt—scorching away inside you.

You’ve never been anywhere that hot, but maybe he has. Maybe he’ll take you there.

“Yes.”