Maybe the real treasure was the healthy boundaries we set along the way

🌸 spending the day with Mommy, play nice ok??

A surveillance state is anathema to Liberty.

🌸 good mornin everybody!!

For any caregivers or sleepy little girls out there <3

(for all the interested horny lesbians: it's called Sursum Corda and you can read it here archiveofourown.org/series/5756761)

Thinking about weaponized memetics. How subtly can you seed a thought in another's mind before it gestates into something monstrous? Some brains here seem positively fertile for new, truly awful ideas to take root. One barely has to try and the evil notion is being carried about in heavy heads.

despite everything, you must create art. just in the way you want. its the only way

Yall gotta stop posting about breeding while im ovulating

bolero straightjacket, gag, her favorite meals (preplanned in advance and fed to her), comfort shows, weed vape

Mommy Domme with empty nest syndrome

An ink demon sub who, upon taking a new Dominant every so many decades, mentors in dominance, writing, painting, and most importantly, tattooing. As the human Domme grows in her abilities and prominence, so too the intricacies of the tattoowork they can produce. Some become quite famous!

She washes her body, tending to the cut on her thigh - a careless parry. She'll get an earful about it in the morning, but flesh magic will make short work of it. Bandaged, she silently pads her way back to quarters they share. Sliding onto her cot at the foot of the grand bed, the Cavalier smiles.

Her fingers slide along the long, thin blade balanced on her thigh, fine sheen left by the oiled rag in her other hand. She feels for nicks in the razor edge and, finding none, nods absently. She sheaths the rapier and leans it against the foot of the bed where her Adept, long asleep, snores gently.

It's late. The only lights to go by are the dark crimson of the night cycle and the faint yellow glow coming through the viewport. But she doesn't really need to see to perform her tasks, having polished them into the muscles of her arms over a thousand nights just like this one.

Asking a bound girl "Why are you like this?" and whipping her when I don't hear a complete answer. Then I ask again. Whip again. Eventually, she reaches the limits of her self understanding or passes out. There's further to push, so I let her go. She'll be back within a week. She wants the answer.

Coffee with a friend, otherwise today is for the writing. Locking in.

how they made bananas $0.79/lb in washington

Like most therapists, I also don't take insurance, sorry

Asking a bound girl "Why are you like this?" and whipping her when I don't hear a complete answer. Then I ask again. Whip again. Eventually, she reaches the limits of her self understanding or passes out. There's further to push, so I let her go. She'll be back within a week. She wants the answer.

If someone could imagine an Eleanor that doesn't have a headache that would be awesome, tyyy

i don't want to get into the habit of regularly reposting tumblr screenshots but i need to stress that i have independently been sent or shown this image THREE SEPERATE TIMES today. im just the girl that everyone knows has a weird psychosexual guilt complex about bad things happening to her clones.

i don’t think “i’m pro all kink except the disgusting yucky things i’m not into” is a productive position to hold nor is it a defensible one

Thank you Chiitan, very cool

Sweetheart, you've always said you wanted a little sister. Someone to play and wear cute outfits with! Well, here's your chance to make a perfect little sister with Mommy. Aren't you the lucky little one? Now, come here <3

Ahh, it's that time of the month again

Enemies to lovers is a fun trope but we need more always enemies doomed yuri like this.

You can't tell me this wasn't bait for my gay millenial ass. Pretty sure Marceline chokes Bubblegum in this one.

Thinking about the butch Bubblegum / femme Marceline toxic yuri in the Fiona and Cake AU.

Archon: ...So Below [Public] If you like Kione Monax, this is the story for you. If you hate Kione Monax, this is REALLY the story for you Also included is the appendix: an Imperial combat salvage inventory form archiveofourown.org/works/823894... archiveofourown.org/works/823894...

Getting every speck of dirt off. The scent of wax and pine tar. Feeling pebbled leather slip under my fingers as I stroked and massaged up and down... It was engrossing and satisfying. Seeing Her smile, hearing I did a good job on Her boots though? *happy sigh* Perfect.

Getting every speck of dirt off. The scent of wax and pine tar. Feeling pebbled leather slip under my fingers as I stroked and massaged up and down... It was engrossing and satisfying. Seeing Her smile, hearing I did a good job on Her boots though? *happy sigh* Perfect.

bruises

The prospect of turning my mind off after the week I've had and simply taking instructions at her feet makes my heart yearn. Sitting with soap and brushes in hand, taking time to clean, working in the conditioner that smells like smoke. Just losing myself in her boots and words. I need it.

a month and change on i’m pretty sure this is my proudest work in this space, not just because *I* think it’s really good, but because a lot of the so-called “adult women” that read it haven’t quite regained their sense of self and “dominance” even this far on.

very few things you can’t tech with a cup of the worst black coffee you’ve had in your entire life and stale cafeteria donut

"Yeah a knife might've hurt a bit less, god" Hearing how my words affected her makes my heart race all over again. I want to plunge another spike in, see the thorns take root in her mind. The ichor dripping from every wound...

This headache cannot stop me from being excited. I'll be receiving instruction and servicing Her boots tonight 🥰🥰🥰

being opposed to kink is inherently tied to assimilationism and always has been

the more gummy worms u put in your body the less room there is for brain worms

Catechism Today, a young woman is about to get everything she ever wanted. Is she ready? archiveofourown.org/works/82497526 It's my erohorror debut. Please consider reading it!

Turns out words *are* magic to machines. Thanks Neal Stephenson.

Poetry slam but it's whose verses can destroy the LLM the hardest

The older woman looks away and speaks to you softly after, sometimes. The bloody ache between your legs, barely faded to a roar, almost drowns out her now-kind voice. The woman tells you of the other girls, her girls. The ones you'll never meet.

turns out I needed to write a body integrity identity disorder sex scene. and have burning noodles.

Rapier users.

Maybe I need to go to the dyke bar or do I need some burning noodles or do I need to write another chapter or do I need a hug or do I need to noodle on a burning dyke chapter or go to the hug bar

Debating if I should make another account just for 🌸el. I feel a bit of tonal whiplash between what I usually post and being little every so often. They're very different headspaces for me and I wonder if they have different audiences. I want to express myself more in both ways.

Hungry angels...

Waves lap against the shore; but a single step in the unimaginably vast process of erosion. As the tide recedes, it will drag fragments of sand and silt out with it. The beach will never again be exactly as it is, here and now. Watch the sunset. You've only got so many chances to.