Y so Cerious?
@ceriously00.bsky.social
Rehomed masochistic puppygirl author and jinxed jittery jester
Increasingly pissing off the nekomata preying on me cause everything it does to instill the fear it eats just makes me hornier.
Assessing the damage to my flesh after a vigorous night and realizing just how much I've corrupted a gal. 🤤🤤🤤
"I don't triple- or even double-text" Do you not experience delight? Excitement? Love? Look into your heart and see that your pursuit of avoiding cringe has made it a barren wasteland.
Rewatching The Magicians: Oh he's an addict. Oh, so is she. And her. And... My love for this show makes more sense on every rewatch.
Got brainworms? Manifest some brainbirds. Preferably early in the morning.
Whorticulture - the study of weed strains that make gals horny. ^.^
This...maybe explains a few things about my obsession with Warhound.
Handler x Sartha, circa Muromachi period Japan
Coworker: How've you been? Me: Great! Doing a lotta creative writing these days! Feels amazing! Her: I'm happy for you! What're you writing? Me, thinking of my mechsploitation story: Uhhhhh...
With dreams like these, who needs violent, gory media?
Me: "All I'm saying, is that at the core of me, there's a part that insists I'm free." S: "Yea, like every dog tries to dash out the door when it opens." Me: 😳 S: "Also, you're wearing a collar" *Jingles the bells on said collar.*
Saw a group of cute men and immediately wondered how horror would distort their pretty smiles. Writing mechsplo might be doin something to my brain. ^.^
Writing a sexual torture scene on the train. Figure peepers deserve w/e discomfort they get for invading my privacy by reading my screen. And if you enjoy it, that's fine too. ^.^
Got hit by spash damage when a friend hypnotized her partner near me. Managed, with a truly titantic force of will, to get three words out. "Collateral damage." "Embarassing."
@celaena.bsky.social, my gf of 3 years: "Girl, I know you can be a bitch. I've played Magic: The Gathering with you."
The other switch relaxes after finally succeeding in dommebreaking me. *New battle music starts as my expression and attack patterns change and I start laughing maniacally.* "God dammit, how many headmates do you have?!" "...honestly, your guess is as good as mine."
Coworkers once went in a circle saying how their parents disciplined them, with me being last. *Gets to me* "They hit me with a belt!" 🤣 *Awkward silence* My best friend in the office: "What did you all expect?" Me: "Hey..."
When a newly discovered headmate was fronting: @minnietheyid.bsky.social enters the room and uses hir clicker, then looks puzzled as hell when I'm *not* reduced to a writhing mess. Me: "That only works on the others, dear." Being plural can sometimes be funny as fuck.
Ranting out loud at my shittier headmates while walking alone looking hawt cut the cat calls down to zero and increased the fearful glances I got from men. An all around win. ^.^
Haven't cared about bein clocky in ages. Be safe, but embracing being trans, in addition to a woman, really helped kill the dysphoria demon. ^.^
Apparently I gotta work on my responses to men catcalling me. Options: A. Oh! If you like me, you should meet my NB friend, Loaded Gun! B. *Starts barking and growling and gnashing my teeth.* C. *Presses a button on my phone and a giant bear mech paw crushes them to a paste.* Tell me your fav!
I guess my childhood was a little rough, but how could you tell?
Best moment from last night's rave. Me: Oh I love the song they're sampling here! DJ: And rest in peace, Oliver Tree! We love you! Me: Wait, Oliver Tree died?
"I've got you right where I want you!" "You're tied to my chair and I'm beating you with a cane." "Eeeeeexactly."
The more I embrace my strange the more beautiful women wanna kiss me so I dunno maybe stop giving a fuck about not being cringe and shit.
There were no signs I was plural. I just heavily related to Duo, the Gundam Wing pilot who had the God of Death as his pilot headmate. ...and who obsessively used humor as a knee-jerk defense mechanism but that's unrelated.