#not because i’m a sadist

[emptea-headed]

Hello everyone! I’ve made it to over 1000 followers recently, and my dom and I agreed to make one of these posts to celebrate!

This post will run until October 16th Noon EST

*Edges and/or ruins controlled by my dom will not count towards this post, and if he makes me cum I must start all over again.

Edit: Spamming is encouraged by the way ☺️ I love the idea of an unobtainable goal

Edit 2: Edges from this post will be completed in the shortest amount of time as possible, which will obviously fry my brain as much as possible because that’s the whole point ☺️

Every one note is an edge I have to do, but special goals include:

Every 5 likes is an edge with mint chapstick on my clit and/or nipples

Every 5 reblogs is an edge I have to do with a dildo in, but no touching my clit

Every 5 comments is an edge I have to do with sensory deprivation

Every 20 likes is a minute I have to wear nipple and/or clit clamps while edging

Every 40 likes is an edge I have to do without a sex toy or my hands, anything else is fair game

Every 50 comments is a ruin followed immediately by smacking my cunt until its tingly

Every 100 of all is an edge I can have only by smacking my cunt and clit

Every 500 of all is an edge with the tens unit

Edit: If this post can get to 1000 notes, I will hard edge as many times in a row as I can handle (whatever the end result may be) with my legs tied open so I have no choice but to feel it and submit to it more and more

Edit: if this can get to 1500 then I’ll do nothing but ruins for a whole week, minimum 5 a day

[evie-doesnt-write]

It is SO funny to me when people try to justify their top-or-bottom preferences in canon like girl I promise you can just read whatever makes your dick hard<33

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

okay to those of you who saw my last rb and care about my stupid guilty gear au. i NEED to rant right now. Massive long winded about bedkari (aka bedman x hikari, my stupid ship that’s part of reverie of rebirth) under the cut. Be warned they’re so toxic yuri

i just realized. The cornered pray analogy exactly how the dynamic between Romeo and Hikari is. The lamb preparing for their slaughter specifically is. Exactly them. But the thing is… The roles are swapped in a way.

Romeo, of course, has sheep elements. Those are a huge part of his design- Even in his canon story as well. He’s a lamb being led by a shepherd. He’s naively being led along by Ariels, she calms him when he rebels or lashes out against her, and she led him all the way to his eventual slaughter. He’s the lamb.

But with Hikari, he gets to be the shepherd.

Hikari is a yokai. She’s powerful. I wrote her to be powerful on purpose. She could be fatally wounded and survive, not even batting an eye due to her lack of pain receptors. Which she does. Right when she first meets Romeo. He tries to kill her, and yet she’s unfazed. She doesn’t care. She didn’t feel anything, and she knows she wants to be near him no matter what. All that’s important is pleasing him.

Basically all Hikari knows is Romeo. When she first met him and emotionally latched onto him, she had only recently awoken and still had all her emotions. All her emotions were developed around Romeo’s guidance and treatment of her, which basically just meant being his little assistant, aiding in his war crimes, and associating joy with his slightly harsh treatment.

All Hikari knows is showing her neck and stomach to Romeo.

When comparing the specific animal motifs of both Romeo and Hikari, it’s really fun to see the contrast. Hikari has the designs element of the predator animal, while Romeo has motifs of the prey. However, those roles are swapped in terms of their behavior. Romeo is abrasive and only begins to show care towards his yokai companion after months in his presence, while said companion innocently follows his commands and accepts anything he throws her way- Naively believing every word he says like it’s gospel. A little cat blindly loving the cruel shepherd. It’s a beautiful parallel that honestly was not intentional.

The sheep bares its teeth and bites into the neck of the two-tailed cat.

[talleryn]

Lucy: what’s a nine letter word for annoying?

The skull: Lockwood

Lucy: that’s only eight letters

The skull: Lockwoodd

Lucy:

Lucy: it fits

[little-red-fool]

Whilst Ocelot’s my favourite character in the series he’s not really my type. That being said. MGSV Ocelot’s been growing on me a lot the last few weeks.

[deargravity]

i don’t want hajun to be mysterious, beautiful and elusive. i want him to see his messy, fractured moments. no more bare minimum details. i need to be acquainted with visceral details of his childhood.

give me 13 year old hajun in japan, alone and confused and still convinced that this whole thing is a ruse and his parents will come get him eventually. i need 14 year old hajun still clinging onto the hope that if he’s good enough and proves himself his parents will take him back. i want 15 year old hajun disabused of all his faith in his parents and realising home is nowhere now, and he is fundamentally unwantable unless he learns to wear the right masks and say the right things. little hajun who had to figure everything out by himself, while knowing his existence made no difference to his parents back home anyway. now it’s his life and the only person to whom it matters is himself.

i wonder if he had a phase where his anger was just like dongha’s — wet, guttural, thrashing, amorphous. when exactly did it take shape into the cold, sharp thing it is today? i want him slowly getting sick of breaking his own heart with his own wanting. i want him meeting allen and experiencing the terror of caring for someone for the first time. i want him falling back on the “vengeance on my parents” narrative because he can’t admit to himself that allen and anne appeared in his life at a time when his walls weren’t fully up yet and now they’re here to stay after he’s so carefully built himself up to avoid abandonment by avoiding intimacy altogether. i want to see him growing up and retreating slowly further and further into himself the more he realises he won’t be able to survive losing allen and anne, i want him disgusted by his own wanting and uncomfortable with himself but so distanced from his own feelings that the only way he can process / experience anything close to it is by antagonising others to create congruent reactions within them just so he knows what it’s like to feel something.

i want him alone in his room and suddenly so crushed by emotion but incapable of identifying them because he never grew up with the tools to define his own experience. maybe that’s also why making music with bae matters to him (since their theme revolves around taking charge of your own narrative). he built himself a sense of self from scratch and still he couldn’t outgrow his childhood fear of being unwanted. yeah he’s sadistic and callous and morally dubious, but he wasn’t born that way. i am asking once again i need the visceral detail. the guts of it. but i may be crazy.

[munohlow]

Every human character on screen death in the newer Apes movies just has me like “yeah finally”

[pwurrz]

when quincy and kuya pay a visit to the cult members that nearly killed eiden, olivine and yakumo, most of them know to be fearful. they may not recognize the two men personally, but anyone could sense the murderous aura surrounding them.

one of the cultists, though, has both miraculous amounts of stupidity and audacity, as he makes a snide comment about how much he enjoyed tormenting the poor serpent specifically. his words paint a cruel picture that makes quincy’s blood boil, but before he can even blink, kuya has already taken matters into his own hands.

it’s not the first time kuya has killed, far from it. it’s also not the first time quincy has witnessed kuya murder someone. though, after reducing a man to nothing more than a blood splatter on the wall, the fox expects quincy to say something.

wiping the blood off of his face with his cleaner hand, kuya turns to look at his old friend, clearly waiting for a response and yet receiving nothing but silence.

“what? no comment about how i ‘went too far?” kuya sneers, slightly exasperated.

though, quincy has.. an odd expression on his face. he seems to be deep in thought, but he’s also radiating an ice cold anger that kuya hadn’t seen before, not even during the lunar eclipse. just when the fox is about to snap his fingers in front of the larger man’s face, quincy seems to return to the present, finally making eye contact.

“…no. i would have done the same thing myself.”

it’s at that very moment that kuya realizes just how much quincy cares for yakumo.

[eye-of-yelough]

sometimes i think characterising gort as a huge pervert is antithetical to my aro grey-sexual hc but then i remember i’m aroace and also the biggest pervert i know.

[blupengu]

Y’all is Hollow Knight hard or do I just suck because oh my god??

[rainy-day-revelry]

Have you ever tried to talk about an interest of yours with a person and then watched them make a face when you said the name so you panic and immediately backpedal like “That was years ago, I was a dumb kid, I know how stupid it is now, obviously” because you desperately crave the validation of other people you met 5 minutes ago? Or is that a me thing?

[o-wild-west-wind]

honestly, I’m convinced that at least half the upset about the whole [redacted] situation (other than the reactionary tension of living through a world that is the way it is, but that’s the internet in general) is anger at max for forcing a shorter season that is instead misplaced towards the creatives for trying to execute their full vision under the threat of cancellation. the pacing issues are totally valid, and I get feeling that there was no breathing room for the emotions to sit, and that those factors may have led to the feeling that it was poorly done. just…please don’t harass the writers about that 🙏🏽

if you think they should’ve handled it differently knowing the budget was cut I totally get that, but genuinely—if you had a three act story fully outlined and then were told after act i aired that you only had maybe 70% of your anticipated screentime and resources to execute it, would you rewrite the entirety of your story to adjust to the constraints, or try your best to fit everything in anyway? not saying either option is superior, but I think picking the latter is a reasonable creative choice under those circumstances that anyone would at least consider. and whether or not it worked with the pacing it had is a fair critique, but that’s still not a reason to harass or guilt-trip people. let’s try not to dunk on the person who got a plastic straw while ignoring the billionaires setting the world on fire (and yes that metaphor is extreme but I’ve seen too much homophobia/racism/etc. come out of this echo-chamber to ignore the real-world implications)

[cranberrytea451]

Boo!

Horror sans jump scare!

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Can anyone recommend a good brand of grippy sock/tight slipper? No; not for that reason. I’m kinda eh mentally but not necessarily in crisis (yet)…

The fake hardwood floors in this apartment are literal sensory hell to walk on. I can’t take my socks off and walk barefoot on them for two seconds without getting the worst fucking joint cramps in my hands and feet I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like insta-gout, just add naked toes; but I don’t actually have gout (thank god)… it’s SOLELY from the texture of the floor. I’ve been wearing the same vampire bat socks for four days because I can’t bear to remove them unless my feet have been soaked in hot water before.

Also, the vampire bat socks for your amusement because the little guy is cute:

[goddess-of-frot]

New Account Milestone: First TERF hate anons

[imnotsorryanymore5]

I’m eating almonds in something and first bite taste like straight fucking floor cleaner mixed with sugar. I’m a little panicked but move on and keep eating. Breakfast is important after all. Everything is fine. Last bite? FUCKING FLOOR CLEANER. I’m pissed! The last bite of my delicious but freaky breakfast?? Floor cleaner??? I fucking look up because I’m two poor choiced words away from crying. AND THIS MF IS ON MY WINDOW WATCHING ME WITH SADISTIC PLEASURE.