#one word- gross

[marzipanandminutiae]

okay has anyone else dealt with extreme neat freak housemates? because I feel like I'm losing my mind

I'm not a dirty person, I'm pretty sure. a bit prone to clutter, but not actual dirt. I don't like for the house to be dirty. but there's just been a House Meeting called and when I went to ask the housemate who requested it what was going on- because I hate house meetings that I don't already know the purpose of; it feels like a Wait Until Your Father Gets Home situation and I don't even know what I'm potentially "in trouble" for

and basically they all feel that I'm leaving the kitchen "filthy"

"nobody wants to cook there because it's gross" was the exact quote

I feel like I'm losing my mind, because...I don't think I leave the kitchen gross? I wipe crumbs off the counter; I wipe up spills if and when they happen. the most I've ever noticed when I go in there is a couple of crumbs here and there, genuinely. or when I look over the kitchen after I finish up with a meal

(also this housemate once sent a picture to the group chat with like. five single, spread-out crumbs on the counter individually circled in red. but the thing is, everyone else seems to agree with her)

but I'm also very good at hating myself, so now I'm wondering if I AM somehow disgusting

and of course, my House Meeting tribunal has to convene at some point. the last one made me feel like everything I said was pointless because everyone else put up a united front and shot it all down, so I guess I'm headed for more of the same

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Little Lullaby

A Winding Lullaby story.

The witch sets her tool aside with a huff, wiping her face with her hand. That was the last touch the doll needed. She leans forward on her desk, hovering over the inanimate toy that lays limp on her work desk. She placed her finger on the doll's face, small enough to be encompassed entirely by her fingerprint. She closes her eyes and focuses, channelling just enough magic to animate it, but not enough to overwhelm and destroy the toy.

With conviction and willpower from lifetimes of experience, the witch remains calm and focused and the magic starts to flow. She can feel it, the doll an extension of herself, slowly becoming.

Like waking up from a nap, the doll opens its eyes.

"Hello? Is it you, can you hear me?

The doll looked up. "Miss! Very big!"

The witch leaned back in her chair and exhaled. "You work. That's good, at least. Now..." The witch's disposition changes from exasperated relief to a deadly seriousness. "Do you remember anything? What's your name, what happened?

The doll put a finger on its chin. "Hmm… Lullaby. Fell, and... broken. Miss helped!"

"Oh, it is you!" The witch scooped the doll off of her desk with two hands, cradling it with her palms. She pressed it against her cheek, snuggling it close. "Oh, I missed you so much! I've been so lonely without you!"

Lullaby hugs back, pressing both arms against her Miss's cheeks. "Happy, Miss…"

it raised its head up, curious as a realization slowly dawns. "Lonely?"

"Oh... here, let me show you." The witch picks up her doll, swivelling around in her work chair to show it... itself. There laid Lullaby, face down just where it first unwound, with the plating of its back removed and its inner workings exposed. Many pieces are missing, including its core.

"Fixing you is taking just a little longer than I thought it would." The witch's tone is caring and compassionate, careful not to lose her grip as the doll in her hands leans for a closer look. "I started thinking about talking to you again, and then I started looking into auxiliary core use in my off time, and... well, here you are, Little Lullaby."

The doll peered over the witch's fingers, gawking at its large body. "Weird..." it says to itself. Its eyes are drawn to the empty space where its core should be. "Miss? Core?"

"It's right here, sweetheart." The witch turns again, careful to swivel slowly enough not to rattle to poor thing. She gently sets Little Lullaby down onto the desk it was made on, where it sits on the spine of a closed book. The witch retrieves a small golden chest, which she opens and tilts forward just enough to show her doll what keeps it as close to alive as a doll can be.

Little Lullaby looked on in awe, slowly approaching the box. It places its hands on the rim, standing on its tip-toes to peer inside. It feels just a little uneasy, overwhelmed by the sheer mass of its inner workings, and seeing it outside of itself for the first time.

It takes a second to be still, enjoying the ticking as the key embedded on top slowly turned in a familiar rhythm. Tick, tick, tick...

. . . . .

"Miss!" The doll was stirred from its stillness as its witch entered the workshop.

"Little Lullaby!" The witch playfully chimed back as she took her seat. "Sorry I was gone so long, it took a while to find the right gear I needed."

"Okay Miss. Here now!" The doll beamed, swaying from side to side and kicking its feet over the edge of the desk. "Sorry this can't help. Small and close..." it looks back at its box, pouting just a little.

"Don't apologize, the proximity requirement isn't your fault." The doll looked pensive as it spoke, trying to process its witch's words before she used a single single to pet its hair. "Plus, there's still a little something that you can help with~"

"Help!" Little Lullaby eagerly sprang to its feet. "Thanks Miss! Please!"

The witch reached into her bag, setting toy after toy onto the table. A 3D maze with a metal ball trapped in a plastic shell, a wooden sculpture made of many interlocking parts, and an empty wooden frame with a set of tetraminos meant to fit inside in a certain way.

The doll was already enamoured, first drawn to the maze. It picked it up with both hands, flipping it onto its sides and watching how the ball moves inside. "Those puzzles are a little too tricky for me. Could you be a doll and solve them?"

"Yes! Yes Miss, yes! Thanks Miss!" the doll's voice was ecstatic, turning its attention away from its tasks just long enough to thank its Miss before getting to work.

The witch smiled with pride, before turning back to Lullaby and getting to work.

. . . . .

Little Lullaby resisted the urge to flinch as the dollop of hot glue landed on its back.

"There. Remember, you'll have to be still for a moment while the glue settles, but after that you'll be just like you were normal sized."

The pocket-doll began to kick its feet in excitement, still careful to keep itself still. Norae was careful to match, holding her breath to steady her hand as she lowered the key into place. Like a kiss, it gently presses down, perfectly replicating its placement on the doll's proper body.

"Did you know keys are a symbol of Hecate?" She said with a casual tone as she pulled her hand away, letting the decorative key harden into place. It was the handle of an old metal key for a lock that had long been discarded. It had been cut perfectly to fit the mini-doll's back, with a perfectly rehearsed cleaving spell. "It's a sign that all is possible for magic; to a mistress, nothing shall be locked away."

The doll slowly pushed itself up from its prone position. As it sat up, politely letting its hands rest on its lap, a smile spreads across its face. It gently, experimentally, let its body sway to one side, holding itself in place for only a moment. Then, just a bit faster, it swayed the other way. It beamed, giggling and kicking its feet in time with its movements. "Eheheh, Miss! Miss, key! Miss!!"

Norae couldn't help but smile as she watched her doll sway with delight. "Remember, don't try to turn it. You'll have your real key back soon enough."

Keeping her smile, she turned around to face the ever-still body she's been tending to. Its core was already back where it should be. Now all that remained was hooking up the clockwork system to spin in time with it, and... keeping Little Lullaby happy, of course.

. . . . .

With a deep exhale, the witch pulled herself away from Lullaby. For just a moment, she rested, proud of her work.

She slowly swivelled around, greeting Little Lullaby with a smile. "Guess who's about to be big again!"

The toy looked away from its puzzle, intuitively stopping just before its turning around would've caused its key to smack against the structure. Its face slowly lit up as it processed its miss's words, breaking into a smile as it gasped. "This one? This one?!"

"That one!" Norae held out her hands invitingly, and he doll quickly scrambled on. Carefully, she swivelled around, showing off the fully repaired key sticking out from Lullaby's proper body. "All we have to do is wind you back up, and you'll be yourself again. Would you like to watch?"

The little doll could barely keep its grip on Norae's fingers as it bounced on its heels. "Wind! Please, Miss, key!"

"Yes, of course." The witch take on a gentle and encouraging tone, only barely hiding her excitement. "Watch carefully, now~" she says almost boastfully as she leans forward, turning the key around and around with both arms. After more rotations than Little Lullaby can count, although that isn't saying much, there's a delicate click of resistance as the key is fully wound.

Norae leans back, watching with rapt attention as the key begins to turn. Slowly, Lullaby's body raised its head. It blinked slowly, looking as if it could pass back out at any moment. "Mn, is... is this one big, Miss?"

Little Lullaby lazily plopped its body down on Miss's lap, speaking nearly in unison with its other self as it followed its gaze to look until both looked at the witch. "Big... Miss?"

All it took was a single double-take for such a well-trained witch to understand. "Oh! Your core is split between two bodies my apologies." She returns her hands to her lap, which begin to faintly glow. "Allow me, this will only-"

Lullaby quickly propped itself up on its elbows. "Please, wait!" Little Lullaby held its arms out, waving them for attention. "Wait!"

Norae paused, retracting her arms before they could even begin to glow. She looked between the dolls, unsure which to give her full attention.

The doll's gazes started to drift downward, away from Norae's face, until they stared at each other. For a moment, that's all they did.

Lullaby reached its arm out, palm outstretched. Little Lullaby stood itself up and walked forward on its Miss's lap, until it stepped onto its bigger self's fingers. It steadied itself in that hand, careful as it was slowly pulled closer to its face, Lullaby's face.

"This one would like to be little... for just a bit longer, Miss." "Please, Miss, little longer..."

A quiet, endeared gasp fell from Norae's mouth as it saw Lullaby tend to its other body so carefully. "Oh, of course, take as much time as you'd like."

As it spoke, Little Lullaby was held in both of Lullaby's hands, pulled in tight to its chest, just over its core.

"Thank you very much, Miss." "Thanks, Miss..."

[the-meme-monarch]

i’m about to hit shrimpo with my aromantic beam i think

[marshmelman]

As someone who practices kink on the side, I’m scared of getting thrown off the site even if I don’t break the rules. Because people just go “well obviously it’s ALL sexual” when they see the way I practice agere. How will you keep your site from mob mentality and becoming like twitter? How will you protect trans femmes and older queer people from getting targeted and attacked/reported? This is such a common issue In the tumblr and twitter agere communities

it's like this: i, and presumably my mods have a lot more urgent things to do than investigate everything every user does on other websites. i get similar questions to this pretty often: "i'm a furry, can i still join? i like xyz thing, can i still join?"

the definitive answer is as follows: my site is for ALL regressors. i personally can't care about the unrelated kinks and hobbies of every user. the rules of my site are (reductively) that you must be a regressor of some kind and that nothing on the site can be nsfw. if you want to know more about what's being defined as nsfw, feel free to check out the section about it on the survey results report! it's not a complete guideline, but it should give you an idea. wearing fursuits and reading weird e-rated fanfic is not on the list.

in summation: as long as you aren't being a jerk or a creep, i'm happy to say i don't care about what unrelated things you do behind closed doors (and not on my site).

also, as someone who hates twitter and the weird cancel culture digital lynchings it birthed: call-out posts on another user, sharing receipts, doxxing, and other attempts to get other users canceled or brigaded falls under my policy on harassment and will get someone banned. if anyone has a legitimate issue with another user, they should use the reporting feature to get in contact with a site mod or admin! :>

[yujeong]

I've made my fascination with filth and how it connects to VP loud and clear at least three times on my blog, but I seriously can't state enough how much it occupies my mind. There's just something really powerful about someone not only being not grossed out by your filth, but, on the contrary, being attracted to it. Pulled into it. Turned on by it. That's what happens to Vegas at the safehouse. Pete is at the worst state he's ever been (debatable, since we don't know much about his past), and yet it's at these moments Vegas starts to become obsessed with him. I love how it's kind of subtle in its presentation. After all, KinnPorsche The Series is a very polished and "clean" show. Everyone is dressed nicely and the fight scenes never get too dirty or too bloody. The sex scenes never get too messy, either. And yet, at the safehouse, Pete is allowed to show parts of his filth to the audience. His hair is greasy, his skin is feverish, his lips are parched, there's black under his eyes, his voice changes, not even mentioning the dirt on him and the blood trickling down his chest. The rest is implied: the bad breath, the yellow teeth, the smell, the digestive problems he 100% has. What's implied is more important, because it's those filthy parts of Pete that Vegas embraces with fervor: he kisses a pill into Pete's unwashed mouth, and he eats Pete's unwashed ass. I love thinking about the juxtaposition of internal vs external filth as well, because to me, the VP arc kind of flips them on their head: Pete's filth is, as I explained above, external. He's filthy in appearance, in body, while Vegas' filth is internal, in his mind, in his heart. By the end of the show, Vegas ends up with external filth (another thing I've posted about that got some mixed reactions lol) that he has to find how to navigate his life with, and this time, it's Pete who embraces it. Don't get me wrong here. Both of these men have internal filth. Pete isn't some innocent, pure angel and he knows it, and Vegas does, too. Self-loathing just doesn't let him remember it most of the time. I'm going to end this post with this screenshot, which is probably one of my favourite VP moments (besides the sex itself), and that's because it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed on my screen. Look at the pores on their skin, at Vegas' bags under his eyes, at Pete's wet hair above his ear, at the stubble on Pete's chin and Vegas' upper lip. Look at them being filthy and at home. Aren't they gorgeous?

[beatingtheouijaboardallegations]

untamable rage has not quite setltled so sorry for bring other places discourse onto here. but really just want to know how people can just make up lies on spot like this to try to say if someone disagrees with you that because must not really be part of our group. how historical disabled activist who not even alive and set ground for currnet wave nonspeaking activism to exist , is “ bringing down hard work” of your kid.

“ nonspeaking” does not mean polite person who toeing party line of our “allies” who affirm their sense of helping of good person who tells you your theories are right that your power over us is a good thing. and fact people willing to say anyone who past or present criticizing any of this is not reallt part of the “us.” that if youre not integrate in the in group spaces , friends with the in group people , able to access in person community financially and agree with all the beliefs that hold the “community” together, then you are not a real person not one of the us. they do this to me constantly , in less overt ways. knowing they they have also done it to our ancestors is at same time comforting & enfuriating

[mars-ipan]

they're so GROSSSSSS (<- desperately wants what they have)

alt color under the cut:

[athena-xox]

No you guys don’t understand the OBSESSION I have with cook and raven mother daughter relationship

Please someone give me a destiny that cook could have had because I have so many gk x cook hcs for them at eah together

[romeo-the-homeo]

asher when david says he cant eat the fake display fruit at the furniture store

[visenyaism]

I just want rhaenyra and alicent to have one (1) extremely fucked up emotionally fraught sexual encounter during the Queen in Chains era where they bask in the delusion that their life could’ve ended any other way before rhaenyra goes off to get eaten by sunfyre and alicent fully settles into spending the rest of her life in bitter captivity

DELUSIONSHIP SWEEP🙏

[msnihilist]

Screenshots somebody’s DNI and has one herself saying no antis or busybodies. Cool. It’s the internet. Anything goes. That means I can rb your fanfics and save them for editing the way you save art that isn’t incestuous.

I mean, if you want to download my fics and comb through all of that incest and underage smut, that's your prerogative, man. Hope you get a boner out of it, then maybe you'll calm down 💕

[ratatatastic]

you have such a way with words ek

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

pour one out for my boy carcass

[kidflashimpulse]

a thousand deepest apologies for no updates, here’s a #yjabartcore song rec tho

[polydamnory]

I don’t normally post personal stuff like this on this blog, but this was funny enough to me I figured I might as well.

(TW: fainting)

This is what happened when I was listening to Azmidi’s BA:

IT WAS ONLY ONE WORD!

[payaso-affairs]

thinking really hard about this one but we might have another one for the collection, boys-