#acrotomophilia

[basse-fosse]

[wingless-thrush]

Impossibly Imperfect

(The following is an edited version of a personal blog originally posted on 10 May 2012.)

I lived in Asheville, North Carolina for a couple years while growing up, which is located in the mountainous western part of the state. Our neighborhood was perched on the side of Beaucatcher Mountain, and was comprised of a lot of hilly, windy streets. One particular neighborhood street was especially steep, with a sharp S-curve at the bottom of a long, straight hill. Just beyond the S-curve, the terrain dropped off dramatically into a rugged, wooded ravine. If the street had been a busier road, it would be one of those notorious stretches of highway that has a nickname like Death Hill or Blood Alley.

As it was, the street didn’t have very many houses on it and was lightly traveled by cars, so it became a favorite spot for us to play. I’d pull my red Radio Flyer wagon to the top of the hill, climb on board, and then ride at top speed down the hill, with the wind blowing in my face. The feeling of flying downhill was as ecstatic as the first big drop on a roller coaster, but was tempered with the very real danger of missing the curve, flying off the pavement, and ending up broken and bloodied at the bottom of the ravine.

The memory of flying down that hill in a Radio Flyer wagon at high speed, with a near-certain bloody and painful death at the bottom of the hill rapidly getting closer, has become somewhat of an unfortunate metaphor for my love life over the years. The whole realm of relationships and sexuality has been a very difficult one for me, and it’s not without a degree of hesitation that I write about it here.  While I do a pretty good job at maintaining close friendships with quite a few attractive women, things always seem to fall apart whenever there’s a hint of romantic feelings involved.

Part of it may have to do with the uptight Calvinist background I grew up in, where sexuality was hardly ever discussed except in the context of there apparently being far too much of it on television and in popular culture. And then there’s the fact that I was sexually abused as a child, by an older neighborhood kid who promised to allow me into his “club” if I performed certain acts down in the woods behind the house. Somehow my membership card to his secret club must have repeatedly gotten lost in the mail, because I kept having to go through the initiation process over and over again.

I'm also mildly autistic with some related mental health issues like anxiety and depression, and that no doubt plays a big role as well, even though I never knew I was on the spectrum until I was well into adulthood. Nowadays I can do a pretty good job of pretending I’m at least somewhat normal, but as a kid I was clueless. Nobody really had a name for my condition at that time; I just assumed I was a weird misfit due to some horrible character defect on my part. While my classmates were playing with their Transformers or G.I. Joe action figures, I was usually off in the corner sketching pictures of bridges and spaceships. A few years later when they were having their first sexual experiences, I was still sketching (slightly more refined) pictures of bridges and spaceships. It’s not that I didn’t have sexual feelings or wasn’t incredibly attracted to certain girls at school; it’s just that I was too chickenshit to actually act on those feelings. My classmates assumed I was gay or asexual, and bullied the living shit out of me accordingly. During bus rides home in 5th grade, a few of the popular kids would corner me in the back of the school bus and ask me invasive questions about my sexuality. If they didn’t like my answer, one of them would give me a swift punch in the stomach.

As you might imagine, relationships and sexuality – things that, in an ideal world, should be sources of joy and happiness for those involved – had come to be strongly associated with feelings of guilt, shame, rejection, and violence in my mind. When you crash the Radio Flyer wagon into the ravine too many times, you start to dread the idea of hauling it back up the hill for another ride.

Fast-forward to this past week, when a random bit of news during my workday brought back vivid memories of a time when I flew down that metaphorical hill way too fast, and ended up crashing into the ravine in a most spectacular manner.

As it turns out, a former crush of mine is getting married on Saturday, and not to me. You’d think I’d be over it after almost a decade, but this one really stung. For a few months in late 2002 and early 2003, “Jennifer” and I had developed what I considered a pretty deep long-distance relationship, which culminated in her flying to Philadelphia and meeting up with me during her spring break.

I’ve always had a pretty specific picture in my head of what my ideal partner is like, and it was uncanny just how close she came to that mental image, in a number of important ways: her intelligence, her emotional maturity, her overall great looks, and so forth. Nobody else before or since then has come quite so close to my idealized version of Miss Right. I was much more religious back then than I am now, and I was convinced she was the gift from God that I had been praying for almost my entire life.

I’ve always been drawn to the unique and unusual. In a neighborhood full of bland McMansions, I’m the guy who would buy something like the Mushroom House. Whenever I’d get a handful of candy corn around Halloween, I’d always pick out the mutant pieces and eat them first, because they were special and stood out from the others. I was somehow convinced this made them taste better.

Likewise, for as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated by and found beauty in people with certain unique physical characteristics – even something as relatively minor as having a pair of webbed toes – but particularly with people who are missing one or more limbs, either by birth or through circumstances later in life. Jennifer wasn’t the first amputee I’d felt romantic feelings toward, and she likely won’t be the last. The first crush I ever had was toward Carol Johnston, a gymnast who was born without part of her right arm. Her story was the subject of a Disney film I saw on TV while growing up, and I was enthralled with the shape and movement of her partial arm, which ended with a small, round stump just below her elbow. (Carol is almost old enough to be my mother, but she appeared much closer to my age in the film, which had been produced a number of years before I saw it.) Jennifer was completely armless, not unlike Simona Atzori, an Italian artist and dancer who was also born without arms. No stumps or even scars, just perfectly smooth shoulders where a pair of arms would normally begin. Her use of her feet for daily tasks was as fluid and natural as most people’s use of their hands. I’d gladly pick somebody like her over any number of plastic-looking supermodels.

There’s a lot more to it than just the physical attraction, though. What I find equally appealing is the fact that people like Jennifer have a unique story to tell, that they know what it’s like to be different and to overcome obstacles. My favorite people in the world are those who strive to overcome life’s challenges with grace and humor, and who embrace their own uniqueness. This might be the one element that all my closest friends have in common, regardless of how many limbs they have.

An army of therapists could spend countless hours speculating on all the reasons why I have these feelings, and still not come up with a satisfactory answer. I wouldn’t really call it a fetish, although sexual attraction is certainly one part of it. I’ve always felt different throughout my life, and I think maybe I find a kindred spirit in somebody who is as different on the outside as I am on the inside, and who has spent a lifetime overcoming obstacles and dealing with other people’s stares and clueless comments, as well as more mundane things like a lack of wheelchair ramps or doorknobs that are difficult to grasp. To be clear, the attraction has nothing at all to do with any hardship or suffering that comes with being an amputee. I’ve had a few close friends over the years who are amputees, and I wouldn’t wish those phantom pains, ongoing medical issues, or the cost of a prosthetic limb on anybody.

As you might imagine, being attracted to amputees brings forth a lot of conflicted feelings that include heavy doses of shame and guilt. Pop culture values physical perfection to an obscene level, and people don’t like to be reminded that they might someday lose a leg in a car accident, or give birth to a child that has less than ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes. Veterans who lose limbs in combat are either swept under the rug and ignored by the people who sent them into combat in the first place, or are maybe put onto a pedestal and briefly worshipped as folk heros – but never portrayed as the guy next door who lost his legs and a couple of close friends to a roadside bomb, and who still has nightmares about it. But I didn’t choose to have this attraction any more than Jennifer chose to be born without arms, and I reject the notion that I should beat myself up over an aspect of my psyche that I never willingly signed up for.

Soon after high school, my family got a computer, and I was introduced to this new thing called the Internet for the first time. After dialing in to AOL and doing a couple of creative searches (I’m really dating myself here), I soon discovered that I’m not the only person who has this attraction; people like me are typically referred to as devotees within the community. (The phenomenon also has a very dry technical term: Acrotomophilia.) Personally, I find the terminology inadequate – the term admirer has also been tossed around, which I find more apt – but for better or worse, devotee seems to be the accepted label.

How do amputees typically feel about this attraction? Opinions vary widely. Some find it very flattering and liberating; a common sentiment is that it’s nice to be seen as an attractive woman with no caveats, as opposed to being seen as attractive despite a disability. Others find it extremely repulsive and threatening, feeling that devotees are getting their jollies from what for many amputees is the most painful and traumatic episode of their lives. Most amputees’ feelings probably fall somewhere between those two extremes, perhaps accepting of the attraction despite some reservations. As a gross generalization, my experience is that amputees who were born that way tend to be more accepting of the attraction than those who lost a limb later in life due to trauma or disease. It’s a very controversial issue within online support groups and other amputee-related communities, with very passionate feelings on all sides of the issue. The purpose of this post isn’t to change anybody’s mind about it, but to simply articulate my own feelings.

Back in the 90’s there used to be a small online community of devotees and devotee-friendly amputees, mostly on IRC and an email listserv. There were even occasional real-life gatherings, and a number of marriages have come from those meetings. With a fairly intimate community it was easier to keep the predatory elements away, of which there are unfortunately quite a few. In the amputee-devotee subculture, the bad apples usually consist of guys who get off on some sort of power trip by being with somebody they perceive as helpless, or people who live out their fantasies by pretending to be amputees online.

Unfortunately, with the explosion in social media such as MySpace and then Facebook over the past few years, what used to be a fairly tight-knit and self-policing internet subculture has become a free-for-all, with some devotees pursuing amputees with all the grace and chivalry of the Nazgûl pursuing the One Ring, and ruining it for those who have better social skills and more honest intentions. There are still some vestiges of the old community left, but it’s a pretty small and isolated group with relatively little in the way of new blood.

I know of a number of amputee/devotee couples who couldn’t be happier. I also know of devotees who have gone their entire lives without finding their ideal partner to settle down with, and I know of others who ultimately married non-amputees only to find themselves depressed and frustrated, and their marriages failing. As for myself, it certainly makes things difficult because my ideal dating pool is a tiny fraction of the general population. I can go months or years at a time before seeing an attractive female amputee out in public, and the whole online scene is a crapshoot. On the rare occasion I see an attractive amputee out in public and I fail to make any kind of meaningful contact with her (which is almost always the case – I universally err on the side of keeping a respectful distance and doing nothing, rather than annoying her with any awkward advances), it can haunt me for months or years after the fact.

Mind you, I’m still very attracted to able-bodied women as well. The longest relationship I’ve had so far was with somebody who wasn’t an amputee, and I don’t regret a minute of it. But in looking for a long-term relationship or marriage, I face a bit of a dilemma. When I was in that relationship, there was always a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I wasn’t being true to my feelings and that I was “settling” for something that was less than my ideal, and I was overcome with feelings of guilt. I didn’t feel like I was being fair to either her or myself. Nobody likes to be told they’re a second choice.

Jennifer seemed flattered by my unusual form of attention, and I was thrilled with the idea that after so much longing and searching, I had finally found somebody to share my life with. But the day after she arrived in town and we first met face-to-face, she called me up at work just a couple hours before we were supposed to meet again, and slammed the brakes on any notion of a relationship. She never did give a clear reason, but seemed to imply that she wasn’t ready for a relationship and that the chemistry didn’t feel right.

On one level it was understandable, as there was a pretty significant age difference between us, we had different backgrounds and ambitions, and lived a couple thousand miles apart. At that moment on the phone, though, I felt like a bomb had just been detonated within my already-fragile psyche. I blame myself for getting my hopes up too high in the first place, but that euphoric feeling of being head-over-heels in love was incredible while it lasted. For a brief few weeks, I felt like I was racing downhill in that Radio Flyer wagon, and the S-curve and ravine were no longer a threat. I haven’t experienced anything like it since then, and part of me wonders if I ever will.

She said she wanted to remain friends, and held out the idea that maybe sometime in the future, things might work out between us. But it never happened. The phone calls and online chats became less frequent, and then stopped altogether. My greetings went unanswered, and after a lot of heartbreak and depression on my part, I eventually moved on. She became somewhat of a minor media celebrity with her motivational speaking gigs and other accomplishments, and I continued quietly making slow but steady progress toward my academic and professional goals.

I had pretty much put that episode out of my mind until now, but learning that she’s getting married this week brought it all back. In all honesty, I wish her the best, and with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, I can now look back and see about a million reasons why things never would have worked out between us. As painful as it was for me, she probably did the right thing by breaking it off sooner rather than later.

So now I’m spilling my guts here, mainly just to get it off my chest and hopefully gain some catharsis, but also to shed some insight into an aspect of my life that, until now, I’ve kept pretty private. No doubt some parts of this blog entry dove pretty far into TMI territory for some, but I’m hoping the benefits outweigh any negative blowback. A few of my closest friends already know about this side of me, and seem generally accepting of it, even if it’s impossible for them to fully understand it.

One of my resolutions for the new year was to try and let go of some emotional baggage that I’ve been carrying around my neck like an albatross, and this is part of that process. With people all over the country being denied equal rights and bullied to the point of suicide because of who they love, it seems hypocritical for me to champion their rights while keeping my own sexual proclivities safely tucked away in the closet, out of danger. Maybe some good will come of this blog post, and there may be some negative consequences as well. But I think I’ve reached the point where I’m finally willing to stop living in fear of the what-if scenarios, and to let the chips fall where they may.

[bodaciousalliance]

The heart of Mr Farouk,

ch. 59: "Lazy Saturday"

The aroma of coffee began to percolate through the house. Nathan had time to search around in the pantry, finding the croissants, butter and jam; but that was as far as he went, he knew the croissants were Youssef’s department. Meanwhile, in the corner Kit-Kat crouched down on his haunches glowering across the room. Nathan was careful to give him a wide berth, treading gingerly around him.

Soon enough, Youssef emerged. Like Nathan, he had dressed for effect this morning. All he wore was a pair of sexy black football shorts, and no shirt. What a sight he presented: the black shorts, with his black liners and carbon sockets, complemented the jet black hair of his head, beard and chest, while the flash of metal from his pylons and hooks set off the flash of his hazel eyes. Nathan was completely entranced by his sexy, topless lover, his very own bionic man.

...what a sight he presented, the black shorts, with his black liners and carbon sockets...Nathan was completely entranced by his sexy, topless lover, his very own bionic man.

“Feed the cat, I dare you,” Youssef, at the pantry, tossed a bag of treats Nathan’s way.

“Ah … okay …” Nathan answered tentatively. He shook the bag and like a shot Kit-Kat came running across to him, meowing and rubbing himself against Nathan as he circled around his legs. Nathan squatted and showed Kit-Kat the now-opened bag, which drove him absolutely wild. He took one of the treats and, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, offered it to the cat. Kit-Kat, though in a mania of hunger—really there was something in these treats that always sent him crazy—gently took it from Nathan, without biting or nipping his fingers.

“Good boy,” Nathan cooed, offering him another—and another and another and another, until the cat walked away, sated, “Good boy, good boy,” Nathan cooed again, and Kit-Kat chirruped in reply.

Observing all this, Youssef thought ‘how sweet’. He couldn’t help but take it as some kind of good omen, given that Kit-Kat was usually completely hostile to everyone bar himself.

“He likes you,” he teased Nathan, “he’s never not hissed and growled at any visitor here—you’re the first one he’s warmed to.”

“I suppose that augers well then—I hope I can spend a fair bit of time here in the future, if you’ll have me, habibi.”

“Of course, my boyfriend, it’s great having you here, I love it,” as an afterthought, he added, “but I like your place too, you know.”

They sat at the table, enjoying their breakfast. The croissants—warm and buttery and jammy—were not as good as those in Paris but still pretty good for suburban England. The coffee, rich and creamy, was heavenly. The lovers sat there, taking in the simple joy of sharing a delicious meal with each other.

“So, habibi, did you have any idea of what you want to do today?”

“Well, my boyfriend, I thought I’d enlist your help in the kitchen—I want to put dinner on soon so it can simmer away during the day.”

“Oh … okay … you want me in the kitchen? You are brave, what are you thinking of?”

“Don’t worry, just help with some of the prep, no actual cooking—I’m doing Moroccan lamb—I hope that appeals. Anyway, what about you, what do you have in mind for today?”

“I brought a heap of art stuff. I’d like to draw a bit. And I brought you some stuff—just to play around with, only if you’re interested.”

“Hmmm … maybe?” There was a time when Youssef would have automatically, categorically said ‘no’. These days, being subjected to Nathan’s constant encouragement, he felt less unsure about his capabilities, and though he was quite sure he was devoid of any kind of artistic sense, he felt so much more open—again thanks to Nathan’s influence—to new experiences, to trying new things.

“Okay, cooking and drawing,” though Nathan was in no rush to do anything except savour the fantastic coffee.

“Let’s do it,” Youssef rose and made for the fridge and the larder, and started gathering the ingredients. He wanted Nathan to chop the vegetables; onions, carrots and potatoes—that was, especially the onions, the most fiddly and time-consuming part of the process for him. However, it quickly became obvious that Nathan was clueless about all things to do with cooking. Youssef even thought it may have been quicker for him to take over, despite how long it took him to do these intricate tasks with his prosthetic hooks. It didn’t matter, it was a joy to be doing stuff together and, with some patient coaching and gentle correction, Nathan was soon making a good job of it, while Youssef trimmed and carved the lamb into nice big chunks.

Before long the rich aroma of frying onions and garlic began wafting through the house, later joined by lamb, turmeric and other spices. It gave a cosy, homely feeling to the place. Nathan watched in fascination as Youssef deftly handled the various utensils and achieved the different tasks—frying, pouring, stirring and the like—with his hooks. Nathan almost let out a warning cry as he saw him about to pick up the casserole dish without first getting a pot-holder, then he realised, of course his prosthetics don’t feel the heat.

“There, we’ll just let that quietly stew away for a bit, and that’s our dinner,” Youssef said as he transferred the casserole from the cooktop to a slow oven.

“Mmmmm,” Nathan savoured it, he was loving being here.

“How about some tea, and maybe we can sit down and relax?”

“Lovely. Like I said, I’d like to draw. Actually, I’d like to draw you, will you sit for me?”

“Draw me? What, a portrait or something? … yes, of course, but why? Why on earth would you want to draw me?”

“Well … I love you …”

“I love you too!”

“… I love you, and right now I think I would want to draw you every day. Plus, you’re a great subject: your super-handsome looks and your amazing physicality.”

“Aaaar … hmmmm …”

“I know you don’t like it but, this idea of ‘difference’ is a real thing in art these days, there’s a big movement to proudly portray people with their various differences, to make a strong statement about it being okay to be different. You can be a part of that movement too, you know.”

“Oh … I don’t know, I’m not any kind of advocate or activist, don’t want to be, either.”

“That’s alright. You can at least pose for me, nothing more.”

“Yes, yes, like I said, for you, anything—my lovely boyfriend.”

“I see I’ve gained an adjective now,” Nathan teased.

They repaired to the living room, with their cups of tea. Nathan suggested Youssef sit on the couch while he got his stuff. Returning with his favourite sketch-pad and charcoals, he sat cross-legged on the floor, facing Youssef.

“So, how about you place your feet flat on the floor—yes—now, lean forward, elbows on your knees—that’s it—and look straight at me. Wow!”

...feet flat on the floor, lean forward, elbows on your knees, now, look straight at me... wow!

It was a powerful aspect, the unambiguous metal of his leg pylons and hooks, the sexy thick hairy chest, the muscled shoulders, sort of bound by the harness-straps of his prosthetic arms, and his intense, cool gaze. All was magnified by the stark black and white of Nathan’s charcoal drawing.

“Can I see it?”

“Promise not to hate it, or freak out over your body-image issues?”

“Hmm, okay, I’ll try not to.”

Nathan got up and brought over the sketch. Youssef gasped a little, and slowly, carefully, thoughtfully perused the picture before him. He had gone completely quiet as he continued to stare at, to meditate on, Nathan’s portrait of him.

“You’re not going to go all lachrymose on me again, are you?” Nathan asked, only half-jokingly.

“Ummm … no … gosh, it’s remarkable, it’s such a strong image, I’ve never seen myself like this before—you’ve made me look so powerful.”

“Ah, well, the pose, and the medium, and the style add to it; but really all the power comes from the subject, the sitter, you—it all comes from you, Youssef.”

“Yes, but…”

“Look, habibi, honestly, this is one of my better ones, I can tell, they don’t always turn out so well. I mean to say, success as in actually being able to realise on paper what I see, to convey or transmit what I see and feel to you, the observer. It doesn’t always happen this well, in fact sometimes it doesn’t happen at all.”

“That’s interesting, I never thought about art in those terms. It’s all so subjective, isn’t it? You know, with science, we spend all our time trying to eliminate the subjective. We have to aim for complete objectivity.”

“Of course, that’s why it’s science and not art. Science and art, objective and subjective, just like yin and yang—that’s why we’re so good together, my lovely.”

“And here’s me thinking it was because you are so damned sexy,” Youssef had that glint in his eye again…

[tangledfate]

“Kinkier huh…?” Fizz arched a brow at him, debating if he wanted to rise to the challenge or not. On the one hand, winning. On the other hand, revealing private information about himself to BLITZ. In the end it was that stupid smirk of his that got him.

“You mean like removing my limbs and using me like some kind of living toy?” Okay so technically that was HIS thing and it had to do with the helplessness and not his lack of limbs BUT that was not the point. The point was out doing Blitz.

“ Oh, so BORING shit then. Your loss. ” Blitz's tone was casual enough that it might be hard to read the joke beneath it, if Fizz didn't know him so well. “ You know, I'm surprised, I thought the two of you would be into much kinkier stuff. Guess he's not as much fun as he looks. ”

[domreaderheadcannonscenarios]

Any nsfw head-canon crumbs for Ronové?😔

I have a few!! (Hood they are good my knowledge is limited!.)

Ronove hcs( nsft)

Cw: gags and restraints, o*al, horn grinding

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Canon kink: Acrotomophilia: a oaraphilia where an individual finds sexual attraction or interest to amputees (IDK HIW TO ADD TO IT SORRY)

Given his obsession with your beauty, you wind up using the same gag Asmodeus does on him, but given how much he rambles, you can ride his face for hours before his tongue gets tired

Oral is just his go to since he can use his tongue and taste you, he’s very touchy and am unless you restrain him he genuinely cant keep his hands to himself

He’s dtf 24/7 and has enough energy to keep you going for weeks before he needs to rest (due to Asmodeus’ influence)

He doesn’t like being teased for long as a downside of Asmodeus’ influence, his dick is hard 24/6 no matter how many times he gets off and teasing is borderline painful

His nub horns are good for grinding against, and he will sit happily and let you do at you please

He gets excited over weird things, I’ve of those weird things is tearing apart your clothes specially to see your body, and with specially rip parts of you clothes hiding scars (though you noticed if it’s clothes you meantion liking he won’t damage them)

He nuzzled his horns against you like a deer in rut. Even when his horns or leaking he won’t stop until you push him away like a dog humping your leg

[sparkbeast20]

WHB Nobles/Ars Goetia's Sexual Paraphilias

Note: Some of these definition I only search through Google. (The list will be updated every time there's a new devil is been revealed) MINORS DNI

Gehenna (Satan's Region)

Leraye

Keraunophilia - Sexuoeroticism for the sound of Thunder

Sitri

Cardiophilia - Sexuoeroticism for the sound of heartbeats

Paimon

Haematophilia - Sexuoeroticism for Blood

Astaroth

Narratophilia - Sexual interest and arousal obtained from speaking or hearing sexually explicit words during sexual activity.

Zagan

Kinesophilia - Sexual arousal hinges around human movement and exercise.

Belial

Discophilia - love for recorded music

Amy

Catagelophilia: Sexual arousal from being humiliated, ridiculed, or made fun of in public or private.

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Juno P. Cruel Orgasm 666

Aphephilia ((h)Aphepilia) - is the scientific term for a sexual fetish concerning being touched.

Abaddon (Asmodeus' Region)

Phenix

Morphophilia - Interest in sexual partners whose body characteristics (e.g., height, weight, skin and hair color) are different from one's own.

Dantalian

Autassassinophilia - A paraphilia in which sexual arousal and the achievement of orgasm are facilitated by the fantasy or belief that one is in danger of being killed.

Ronove

Acrotomophilia - is when a person is sexually aroused by people whose body parts, typically arms or legs, have been amputated or by amputation sites in the body

Tartaros (Mammon's Region)

Bimet

Timophilia - A primary arousal from gold or wealth.

Eligos

Diaphanophilia - Sexual fondness for viewing nudity through diaphanous fabrics such as veils, underwear, baby dolls, etc.

Hades (Leviathan's Region)

Barbatos

Heliophilia - The property of an organism being attracted to sunlight.

Foras

Scopophilia - Literally, the love of looking.

Glasyalabolas

Necrophilia - sexual intercourse with or attraction towards corpses.

Orias

Autopedophilia - refers to the gaining of sexual pleasure from dressing as a child, pretending to be a child, or having a sexual fantasy about being a child.

Paradise Lost (Lucifer's Region)

Marbas

Merinthophilia - Sexual arousal from being tied up.

Morax

Stigmatophilia - Sexual interest in and arousal by a partner who is tattooed or has scars, or by having oneself tattooed, particularly in the genital area.

Buer

Doraphilia - Sexuoerotic arousal and fetishistic fondness for the smell and feel of animal skin, fur, and leather.

Gamigin

Ablutophilia (uncountable) (rare) A paraphilia involving sexual excitement from baths or showers.

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Rin JJ. wanking night

Basculophilia - The desire to be dandled or rocked in order to obtain a pleasurable sexual excitation.

Avisos (Beelzebub's Region)

Stolas

Pecattiphilia - Sexual arousal from performing an act one believes is a sin.

Bael

Olfactophilia - Sexual arousal by, smells and odors emanating from the body, especially the sexual areas.

Amon

Harmatophilia - is the fetish or preference for people who break rules or commit mistakes.

Naberius

Autozoophilia - A paraphilia in which the person is attracted to seeing themselves in the position of an animal in a sexual encounter. It is not the same as Zoophilia, the attraction to animals.

Niflheim (Belphegor's Region)

Gusion

Sapiophilia - a person who is sexually attracted to a person with intelligence.

Bathin

Hodophila - One who loves to travel.

Andrealphus

Oculophilia - A paraphilia involving sexual attraction to eyes and the licking of eyes; eye fetishism.

Beleth

Tobaccophilia - one who gets sexual pleasure from tobacco.

Agares

Hybristophilia - one who is sexually aroused by a criminal offender.

Vassago

Homilophilia - Sexuoerotic arousal and pleasure from hearing or giving sermons and speeches.

Human world

Minhyeok

Melcryptovestimentaphilia - sexual fetish or fantasies about women's black underwear/lingerie.

Heaven

Gabriel

Hierophilia - Sexual arousal from sacred objects.

Michael

Erotophonophilia - sexual arousal or gratification contingent on the death of a human being.

Raphael

Automysophilia - is a fetish for being dirty or being defiled.

[horror130]

Imagine if patrick hockstetter meets a girl who's more crazy then him at first he starts to like it but then he starts to get scared of her

Patrick Hockstetter x Crazy fem reader

Pairing:Romantic

Warning: mention of torture, cannibalism, strange fetishes.

🔥 Patrick didn't believe in soulmates...until he met you.

🔥 You had arrived in the city of Derry and soon speculation about you began, some said that you had been expelled from your last school others said that you had come straight from a mental institution!, well, needless to say that when Patrick heard about you he was interested in you immediately.

🔥 When Patrick realized that the two of you had mutual "interests", he wasted no time in approaching you and asking you out on a date.

🔥you two became known as the crazy, psychotic, lunatic, disturbing couple. You guys love torturing other kids, whether physically or mentally, no one dares to mess with you two, you two are so disturbing that you even make Patrick's friends uncomfortable.

🔥 Now… over time, Patrick would realize that you can be worse than him (I honestly think you would need to like cannibalism, necrophilia, Acrotomophilia, or things like that for Patrick to feel minimally intimidated, that is, if he doesn't like those things, which I highly doubt, but let's continue with the script), well he would feel intimidated, but it would also excite him a little, maybe both can make that work.

[oceanlipgloss]

MEAN

RONOVÉ.

+ warnings: elements of gore and violence, themes of acrotomophilia (mixed with a teaspoon of fluff; squint to taste :P)

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Limbs looked better when they were scattered.

He thought they were nice that way, cut off from helpless bodies, bloody on battlefields—but their anguished ex-owners didn't understand, of course, how without them they looked so damn sexy.

God put together his beings out of heads and torsos, arms and legs, hands and feet. Some beings, though, had different perspectives of what they deemed appealing.

He liked pretty things—but he also liked figures ripped free of their limbs. He liked limbs sans hands and feet, hands sans fingers, feet sans toes. A grotesque form of beauty that he creates like a mad scientist, like a lunatic. A loot of colorful meat, a palette of reds, whites and pinks.

But there was someone who somehow still appeared lovely with intact extremities. As in, he thought the appendages complimented her looks. She was beautiful just like she was. 

Is pain beauty, or is beauty pain? They say both. True in most cases, but this human was such an exception. There was no need to subject such a sweet soul and its delicate flesh to so much agony in exchange for erotic satisfaction momentary.

In fact, he wanted to take her soft hands in his big ones and let his eyes drink in all their details from behind dark lace—warmth, texture, patterns, bones, fingers, nails. Maybe even paint her nails. He only had black polish in different shades, but that way they'd match. Would be cute. Even nicer to look at, too. He wanted to hold her dainty feet in his palms and study their structure.

He liked pretty things—but he also liked her as is, with that gorgeous face and those nice limbs. And pretty things shouldn't be eliminated, so why would he ever be mean to her like that?

+note: a daily chat was my inspiration. Ronové is a twisted sweetheart who likes cats, and I love him for that. Also, he's hot.

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[muffinsin]

can you expand on what kinks you would and would not write for? Is watersports on the table? Knife-play?

Absolutely! I’ll get into most that I know or know of, though if there are any questions left, don’t hesitate to ask at all! I’ll answer them and add em to this list :)

A big thank you to @darkittensniper for helping me with the list so no kinks slipped my mind!

(Masterlists)

(These are not 100% in alphabetical order RIP)

Kinks I will write:

Alpha- and omega-verse

Anilingus

Aphrodisiacs

(Anal, oral and vaginal Sex)

Blood

Blindfolded Sex (/amaurophilia)

Breathplay

Bratting

Brat Taming

Breeding and claiming

(BDSM in general)

Bondage (ropes, cuffs, fabric, anything really)

Bulges

CNC (although it is made obvious that content has been given to it prior)

Cum play

Crying

Cutting

Degradation

Exhibitionism

Edging

Hands

Humiliation

Humping

Impact Play

Inflation

Gun Play

GIP

Katoptronophilia (/Mirror Sex)

Knotting

Knives and anything that resembles one (e.g. any other kind of blade)

Lactation

Lap Dances

Latex

Masochism

Mommy/Daddy kink

Multiple Penetration

Marking

Magic/Cadou abilities

Monsterfucking

Mutual masturbation

Nipple Play

Orgasm Control

Oral Sex

Oviposition

Overstimulation

Praise

Pet play

Pegging

Possessiveness

Pregnancy

Power play

Phone Sex

Roleplay

Sadism

Spit

Shibari

Slapping

Spanking

Squirting

Seduction

Sensory Deprivation

(Sex toys- I can’t think of any to exclude as of now)

Stripping

Size difference

Temperature Play

Tentacles

Underwear & Wedgies

Uniforms

Voyeurism

Vaginal Sex

Wax Play

Watersports

Kinks I’m unsure about/depends on the scenario/I haven’t given any thought yet:

Cuckholding

CBT

Electrostimulation (++; more likely to write/will write in most scenarios)

Food play

Medical Play

Kinks I will NOT write/are not my thing:

Acrotomophilia

Age play (do not mix this up with age regression please)

Beastality (as in: dogs, animals, etc.)

Beating

Feet

Findom

Furries

Incest- not sure if it’s a kink but I’ll put it here either way!

Necrophilia

Oculolinctus (or anything regarding eyes)

Piquerism

Sounding

Sweat

Scat (including Klismaphilia)

Tickling (/Knismolagnia)

Vomit

Vore

Weight gain

[headmates-for-you]

can I request a special on an alter that would just fucking send queer discourse people into a coma just because of how radqueer they are? Just one that would piss people off the most.

bits so sillyyyy! hope clouds RQ enough /gen

I also included his fursona and kin list -Slade

TW: very brief mention of sh, lots of bright colors

Info

Name(s): Zeno, Aradius/Iradius

Nickname(s): (for each) Z, Radi

Last Name(s): Whitlock, Winchester, Marbelle

Age(s): chrono 24-25, trans 14

Pronouns: they/them, he/him, she/her, it/its, xe/xim, xhe/xer, xey/xem, chaos/chaoself, remove/removes, empty/emptys, cringe/cringes, XD/XD’s, clown/clowns, squid/squids, thing/things, night/nights, bit/bits, weird/weirds, cryp/cryptid, rain/rains, rain/rainbow, rainbow/rainbows, cloud/clouds, glitch/glitches, ⚫️/⚫️’s, 🦑/🦑’s, ☀️/☀️’s, 🔥/🔥’s, 👑/👑’s, ⭐️/⭐️’s, 🎤/🎤’s, 💫/💫’s, 🌲/🌲’s, 🌈/🌈’s

Height: cis 5’8, trans 5’4

Zodiac: cis cancer, trans taurus

Source(s): brainmade

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Labels

Gender(s): chaosgender, tumblrgender, removedgender, raingeXD, squilliclownim, nightchaluiegendie, chaoscoinic, weirdgender, cryptidgender, trendergender

Orientation(s): polyamorous demi-panromantic poly-cupiosexual (femme leaning)

TransID(s): transage, transteen, permateen, transintersex, transbodyparts, transzodiac, transheight, transautism, transADHD, transBPD, transOLD, transhaircolor, permatired, permahappy, transrace, transjapanese, transspecies, transabled, transamputee, transtrender, transsemiverbal, transSZTP, transPTSD, transseveriPTSD, transalien, therian, transseverity, transnonverbal, transharmed, transworshiper, transcontrolled, transprogrammed, transprogrammer, transharmful, transsh, fictionkin

CisID(s): caucasian, dyed hair, braces, verbal, dyslexic, mild ADHD, sh scars, age regressor, furry, proship

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Misc. Information

Paras: zoophilia, necrophilia, MAP, AAM, teratophilia, drakophilia, pyrophilia, hybriphilia, hybristophilia, masquephilia, merinthophilia, cheirophilia, podophilia, spectrophilia, plushophilia, fictophilia, fictoMAP, shotacon, lolicon, acrotomophilia, autagonistophilia, consang, brocon

Positive Trigger(s): squids, marine studies

Other Trigger(s): RQ discourse

Role(s): online social alter, discourse holder

Typing quirk: types with “cringey” things like rawr and X3 and laughs as hehehe, lots of ~

Ex: hehehe thats so cute~! X3 uwu

Emoji Signoff: 🦑

Other: if cryp ever gets their own social media, name is something like “Xx_squidmeat_xX”

Theriotypes: squid, fox

Fursona: rainbow fennec fox clown with tentacles named “Squiddik” that uses he/it/rot/thing

Kins: Dazai (BSD), Kokichi (DR), Karkat (Homestuck), Denji (CSM), L (Death Note), Clear (DMMD), Hanako (TBHK), Aoi (Maid-Sama)

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Extra

Playlist 

Barbie Girl - Aqua

Nyan Cat Theme - Digidudes

I Am A Bummy Bear - Gummibar

Raining Tacos - Parry Gripp

The Duck Song - Bryant Oden

Fan Service - S3RL

Shut up (and Sleep with Me) - Sin With Sebastian

Freshman Boyfriend - h3artcrush

Big Juicy - Ayesha Erotica

Faceclaim

Aesthetic

[ranchracoon]

Fan-Fics & One-shot master post

RanchRacoon - Wattpad

RanchRacoon | Archive of Our Own

One-Shots

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento/Angie

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alcina Dimitrescu

Other

Fan Fics

Devour (Dimitrescu Sisters x Fem Reader)

Phantom of House Beneviento (Donna Beneviento x Fem Reader)

Make Me Yours (Mother Miranda x Alcina Dimitrescu x Female Original Character)

Body, Flesh, and Bones (Alcina Dimitrescu x Female Reader)

To Be The One (Mother Miranda x Fem Shifter MC)

Request Rules

1.) Must be over 18.

2.) Please be specific in your request.

Do you want smut, fluff, angst, etc?

Resident lover or Resident Evil?

Do you want it x reader?

What genders do you want all characters (female, intersex, non-binary, etc)?

3.) I only write female, non-binary, or gender neutral reader/MC

4.) I will never, ever write: underage (unless 100% platonic), regression/age play, rape, beastiality (does not include monsters), fisting, necrophelia, oculolinctus,  piquerism, direct incest (sister x sister, Alcina x daughter, etc), feet,  Acrotomophilia (amputation fetish/kink), vore, surgical/medical, hooks, lactation, spit, or urine/scat. Everything else is pretty much on the table.

[bodaciousalliance]

The heart of Mr Farouk,

ch. 57: "Cherry"

Content Advisory: this chapter contains graphic description of Adults engaging in Sexual Acts.

This chapter is very sweet, twenty-nine year old Youssef is about to have his cherry popped, so to speak, to be fucked by a guy for the very first time... and of course, the guy is the sweet, caring and gentle Nathan. I think Youssef may have found a new vocation, as it turns out this is the thing he's really been waiting for—all his life—except, of course, he didn't know it...

Youssef, hobbling on his knees as usual, followed Nathan into the bathroom.

“Just get into the shower and bend right over, alright.”

Nathan took the hand-held shower and adjusted the flow and the temperature, explaining, “Look, we really don’t need to do much here, just a bit of a rinse is enough.” He added, “I’m quite sure you’ll figure out a way to manage this yourself, but for now this will do.”

It was not lost on Youssef, he noted how even when Nathan was doing something like this for him, his speech and his attitude towards him was still empowering.

“Or maybe I could get one of those fancy Japanese toilets,” Youssef proposed.

“Well, there’s a certain danger in that…”

“Yes? What?”

“You wouldn’t see me for hours at a time—I’d be locked in here having my clacker um… ‘massaged’ by the jets of water … there, done. Let’s go back to bed. Now, have you thought about how we’d like to go about this?”

“Yes, I have actually, my boyfriend. Can we start with some kissing with fingering, then I’d like your tongue in there, then more fingers, followed by your dick … please.”

“Right, well habibi, that’s a menu, isn’t it?”

Youssef followed Nathan back into the bedroom, and up onto the bed. Here they were, both on their knees, naked and facing each other. They began kissing, it was the usual long, deep, passionate kissing that they excelled at. Their excitement rose, with their cocks growing larger and harder as they pressed against each other. Of course, the wonderful thing about this position was it enabled Nathan to reach around and start fingering Youssef while they were kissing. At first it was sweet and gentle, but Nathan’s manipulation became harder and more insistent with their increasing heat.

“Next level?” Nathan broke away and turned Youssef around. He manoeuvred him so that, bent over on his elbows and knees, his beautiful crack was displayed to its best advantage, right in Nathan’s face.

“Oh, my Lord, Youssef, you have the most hairy arse imaginable.”

“Mmmmm, is that bad? Sorry…”

“Are you kidding? Fuck me Jesus it’s like the Garden of Eden here. This is amazing,” and he dived in head-first with his tongue.

Youssef had thought he’d reached Nirvana when he’d discovered Nathan’s soft velvety membrane, but now he realised he’d been mistaken. Feeling this from the opposite end, feeling Nathan’s tongue probing and swirling around and licking out his hole, was an intensely pleasurable new sensation. Like Nathan had said before, this tonguing was enough to bring him to a climax. As he’d noticed previously, Nathan was also an expert at knowing exactly when to ease off, to stop him from spilling over the edge, to leave him hanging there, to stretch things out.

So, too, Nathan—like he had said earlier he couldn’t believe how hairy was Youssef’s arse, he’d never imagined such a thing was possible. God, it was beautiful! It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—except, of course, for all the other parts of Youssef that were also the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

This rimming session went on for a very long time, as long as it possibly could, as Nathan’s tongue began to ache with exhaustion. He seamlessly transitioned to a well-lubed finger. Youssef noted the change too. It was good, the finger digging in deeper, circling around, the amazing sensation of having his inner gland stroked and tickled and squeezed.

“More?”

“A-ha…”

The second finger went in, very slowly. This was new, challenging even. Youssef winced and held his breath for a bit. Aaah. He breathed, he relaxed. Oooh, now it was in. Mmmm. This felt good, really good.

“Is there more?”

“You want more, habibi?”

“Yes please … my boyfriend.”

Nathan slowly eased in a third, heavily lubricated finger. This was really pushing it for Youssef, he breathed, breathed, in and out, in and out, and then—oh—man—this felt good. Youssef was being stretched and filled by Nathan’s fingers and it was, truly, a whole new kind of amazement. To say, he’d had Nathan’s tongue in his mouth, and over his cock, and in his arse; and he too had felt Nathan’s cock sliding in and out and down his throat, not to mention last night’s amazing fuck; but, but, but this! This was it!

“Nathan,” he pleaded, “please!”

“What, habibi, alright? You want me to stop?”

“No! Fuck! Fuck no! More! Please, please, please, Nathan, fuck me now, please,” he begged, the insatiable hunger that was unleashed almost bringing him to tears.

Nathan, his passion spurred on by Youssef’s desperate entreaties, extricated himself from the current position, and encouraged Youssef to turn over. This was an exceptionally good move—with Youssef lying on his back, what could Nathan do except prise apart his legs so that he could slide in to his hungry hole. With Youssef’s legs up in the air and wrapped around Nathan, his two below-knee stumps were now tantalisingly close to Nathan’s face—and mouth. God, this intensified the situation, Nathan’s cock was the hardest it had ever been with this added source of excitement.

What a scenario: Youssef on his back, legs in the air, tripping out on the feeling of total penetration by Nathan, whose own arousal was magnified by the joy of having Youssef’s stumps in his face. These he took turns licking, sucking and nibbling, driving him to plunge himself deeper and deeper into the abyss, deeper than with anyone before.

A lesser man would have crumbled at such an onslaught, perhaps even snapped like a twig, but not Youssef. His stumps tingling with the touch of Nathan’s tongue, his rim burning with the fires of passion, and this feeling within, of being totally, completely filled, wholly fulfilled, with Nathan’s every thrust—he found himself being rocketed into the fourth dimension, into a new and hitherto unknown universe.

“Fuck me, Nathan, come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he screamed in a wild frenzy.

And so they whiled away the morning—helped by Nathan’s mastery at edging and stretching out the time. Nathan was finding his deepest fulfilment as he strained to fill Youssef’s insides yet more deeply; and Youssef, as he opened himself more and still more to his boyfriend, found his heart being similarly opened. The two lovers, unified in their passion, clung to each other, virtually becoming the one flesh, like a snake swallowing its own tail.

Nathan couldn’t hold on much longer, he was just about ready to pop, which was just as well because Youssef was at the jumping-off point too.

“Are you ready, baby,” Nathan whispered, quickening his pace.

“Give it to me, give it all to me, I’m begging you please.”

“Ooohhh … aaaaahhh …” he closed his eyes, just for a moment, as his whole body tensed up for the money shot...

Perhaps "Youssef begging-for-it" looks a little like this

[sewers-headmates]

hey, we’d love a ship for the special, a transharmful hyperfemme, a transharmed dogboy

thank you so much!!!

i hope you enjoy these two! ^^

Name: Lilith, Maeve, Diya, Sabrina, Eden,

Age: 20

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight

Species: human, transFae

Source: brainmade

Roles: social protector

cisIDs: blonde, blue eyes, hyperfem, anger issues, god complex, NPD

transIDs: transInnocentHarmful, transCuteHarmful, transAbusive, transEvil, transAutistic, transBPD, transOwner, transFangs, transWings

Paraphiles: sadist, MAP, somnophilia, haemotophilia, traumaphilia, oplophilia, hoplophilia, dacryphilia, autohybriphilia, zoophilia, hebephilia, ephebephilia, acrotomophilia, dopephilia

Other Labels: super possessive over her partner

Appearance:

Name: Kit, Tommy, Connor, Tobias, Evan, Morgan, Finley, Zak, Keegan, James, Maurice, Dylan

Age: 16

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: bisexual

Species: dogboy

Source: brainmade

Roles: trauma holder, punching bag

cisIDs: dogboy, dog eats, dog tail, fangs, brown hair, red eyes, PTSD, panic attacks, DPD, autistic

transIDs: transBPD, transHarmed, transAbused, permaVictim, transOwned, permaCollared

Paraphiles: masochist, AAM, somnophilia, haemotophilia, traumaphilia, oplophilia, hoplophilia, autodacryphilia, hybriphilia, autozoophilia

Other Labels: will follow partner around constantly

Appearance:

hope you enjoy them! feel free to change whatever you want! ^^

-mod richie

[goths-make-headmates]

hello !! do you mind if we get a masc / neu presenting zombie with paras and a sign off please . everthing else is up to you though :3

completely / nf ( not forcing )

ZOMBIE HEADMATE

Name(s): Eddy , Mike , Finn , Nate

Gender(s): DeadBoy , Rotted Intersex , GenderGrave , Rissantic , ThisPhotoic , BlurSightic , ForMasc , PatchBoy , Forgettic

Pronouns: He/Him , It/Its , They/Them , ?/?s , Munch/Munchs

Age(s): Ageless

TransID(s): TransBrother , TransUnderWeight , TransSHScars , TransIntersex , TransMortician , NullChildhood , TransHarmless

CisID(s): Very mad memory , Not very smart , Zombie , Dead , Has a Stutter , Blind on the left eye , Slow

Role(s): Medicine Taker , Mortician , Replacer , Destressor

Like(s): Brains , Night , Abandoned Buildings , Drawing , Winter , Insects

Dislike(s): Violence , Horror , Summer , Small talk , Sport , Milk

Personality trait(s): Creative , Polite , Insensitive , Impulsive , Clumsy , Soft

Para(s): Necr0philia , Acrotomophilia , Amaurophilia , Chremastistophila , Formicophilia , Mysophilia , Odaxelagnia , Teratophilia

Emoji Signoff(s): 🍴🧠

Appearance:

[lovetheunliving]

All paraphilias - Listed on the list of paraphilias Wikipedia. - that are applicable to me.

Bold ;; Favorites - Those strongly identified with.

Italicized bold ;; Heavily identify - Still secondary to those in the mentioned above category.

Regular text ;; Average - Not as strong.

Italicized ;; Accurate label - Comparatively minor.

Text following an -> symbol is further clarification on my interest in the mentioned paraphilia.

Acrotomophilia - Amputees.

-> Particularly of those who are not adapted to their disability and are incapable of survival without being provided with care.

Agalmatophilia - Statues, mannequins, dolls, and other such objects.

Amokoscisia - Slashing and mutilating women.

Anthropophagolagnia - Raping and then consuming a human being.

Anthropohagy - Ingesting human flesh.

Asphyxiophilia - Strangling.

Biastophilia - Rape.

Cheirophilia - Hands.

Chronophilia - People of a particular age range.

-> Ages twenty to twenty-four.

Dacryphilia - Crying.

Erotophonophilia - Murder.

Forniphilia - Using a person as furniture.

Frotteurism - Rubbing against a non-consenting person.

Gynandromorphophilia - Transgender women.

Hematolagnia - Blood.

Heterophilia - Heterosexuals.

-> Particularly those who are completely "straight-acting," cisgender, gender-conforming, and especially those holding homophobic views.

Hybristophilia - Criminals.

-> Murderers and rapists, particularly the latter.

Impregnation fetishism - The act of impregnating another person.

Lactophilia - Breastfeeding.

Menophilia - Menstruation.

Necrophilia - Corpses.

-> Fresh corpses and skeletal remains, the former being my preference.

Odaxelagnia - Biting.

Piquerism - Stabbing.

Robophilia - Humanoid robots.

Sadism - Inflicting pain.

Somnophilia - Sleeping or unconscious people.

Sthenolagnia - Muscles and displays of strength.

Stigmatophilia - Piercings and tattoos.

Teratophilia - Deformed people, and, conversely, literal monsters and mythical creatures.

Toucherism - Non-consensually touching another person with the hands.

Timophilia - Gold, wealth, and social status.

Vorarephilia - Consuming another person.

-> Chewing and digesting - No soft vore aspects.

[unclewileys-bahblog]

I saw you guys were filling a vriska in the near future and thought i could try my luck at getting some homestuck folk?

Could we get a consang dave and dirk strider pair? For dirk could he be problematic? a bit jaded and rough around the edges, maybe a demon or demon themed? lots of paras and transids? And for dave could be be a bit like an innocent counterpart? Naive and quiet, transage (younger) with angel theming?

Thank you guys so so much !!

- 🐀💫[If I can claim that tag]

sure. enjoy.

Name: Dirk Strider

Titles: Prince of Heart, timaeusTestified

Age: 17-20

Gender: Trans man, Demongender

Pronouns: He/him, Void/void’s, They/them, Dem/demonic, Devil/devil’s

Sexuality: Gay

Species: Human, Demon

Source: Homestuck

Roles: Overseer, Verbal protector

CisIDs: Older brother, Introvert, SH scars, Cig addict, Rude, Smart, Sly, Manipulative

TransIDS: TransRedEyes, TransImmortal, PermaWorshipped, TransNeonRedBlood, TransAMAB, TransRace (asian), TransAccent (jamaican), TransGroomer, Trans🍇ist, TransAbusive, TransFaith (jewish), PermaFirstPlace, PermaLoved, TransCultLeader, TransNocturnal, TransVampire, TransErosVamp, TransOPositive, TransSharperFangs, TransSharperHorns, TransMurderer, TransSerialKiller

Paraphiles: Minor MAP/MAP, FictoZoo, Omarashi, Menophilia, Somnophilia, AutoMAP, Acrotomophilia, AntiSadism, Masochist, Botanophilia, Plumaphilia, Angelophilia, Pecattiphilia, Prosvolíphilia, Oviphilia, Dacryphilia, Autobiastophilia, Consang, FictoZooSadism, Teratophilia, Poképhilia, Autogratiophilia, Piquerism

Other Labels: Achillean

Appearance: Demon horns, Demon tail, Spiky hair, White hair, White skin, Green eyes, Slender, Tall, Almost always wearing sunglasses, Usually wearing a graphic t-shirt

Aesthetic: Demoncore, Dazecore

Faceclaims:

Name: Dave Strider

Titles: Knight of Time, turntechGodhead

Age: 14-16

Gender: Transfemmasc, Agender

Pronouns: Shi/hir, They/them, He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Angel

Source: Homestuck

Roles: Soother, Gatekeeper, Intrusive thoughts holder

CisIDs: Younger brother, Introvert, Innocent, Naive, Gullible, Shy, Kind, Thoughtful

TransIDS: TransAge (5), TransShota, TransBiggerWings, TransPinkHalo, TransAFAB, TransGroomed, TransAbused, Trans🍇ed, TransFaith (catholic), TransTapeRecorderVoice, TransNonhuman, TransPinkEyes, TransPinkBlood, TransAPositive, Leodiazodia, PermaThirdPlace, PermaDiurnal, TransSeviDysphoria (more)

Paraphiles: Consang, AutoDacryphilia, AutoBiastophilia, Masquephilia, Andromimetophilia, Prosvolíphilia, Pecattiphilia, Plushophilia, Demonophilia

Other Labels: Intersex

Appearance: White angel wings, Blue halo, Soft hair, White hair, White skin, Blue eyes, Almost always wearing sunglasses, Average height, Chubby

Aesthetic: Light academia, Soft grunge

Faceclaims:

enjoy. sorry it took so long. change whatever you want.

- Mod Lexy