High-Impact Assault Toy

I go through the trouble finally making a NSFT/Weird Posting blog after years and years of something i'm gonna do it RIGHT before I enter an irritating slump. C'est La Vie.

Thinking about wind-up keys. Being totally prone on a bed, unable to move anything but my mouth and eyes. Totally at the mercy of someone else. Asking them as sweetly as I possibly can if they'll wind me back up and let me move again. Trying as hard as possible to school my expression and voice into something not quite so scared. They're literally holding my life in their hands after all. Please let me move again. You will, right? I can do something for you in return. Anything you'd like. Just as long as you don't hurt me. I'm sorry, that was asking too much of you, forgive this one for being selfish. You can be as rough as you'd like. I won't even feel bad. Why would I? I trust you. I'm not scared. Just please let me move again. I trust you. I love you.

Nobody ever wants an Evil MILF. This is because regular mother is already evil. In this trauma dump that I have disguised as a video essay, I will-

Ya know. I made a whole capital D Doll. An adorably round porcelain body, two big brown glass eyes, a touch of magic from the stars so its hard ceramic "flesh" is a little pliant in places so it feels lovely to hug. And on the inside is lovely clockwork made out of meteor metals that ever so pleasantly click together, hooked up to a carved jade heart that I filled with some of my excess love and joy and desire and kindness, and filled in the rest with pure sparkling space. And then I put an adorable little purple dress to match it in a spitting image of its creator, its Witch, its Miss. And it's just the absolute sweetest thing, never has a mean thing to say about anyone, can't bring itself to swear, abhors violence, loves its tea. The very model of a modern day Doll. And am I in charge of that one? No. No, I'm in charge of the Plush Doll that licks mysterious white substances out from under our fingernail to see if it's really there and what it is. It was mayonnaise by the way.

Waking dream today left me with the concept of a "Breeding Doll" but woke me up without elaborating after that. Now, I don't think those can do that, but my psyche certainly seemed to think it was possible. Further study is ongoing.

me: estrogen and the two left-over enchiladas I didn't eat earlier can be dinner, right? my guardian angel (currently taking the form of Raggedy Ann to try and get me to listen to her): are you sure you can't also eat a vegetable? my guardian demon (which is like a guardian angel except it can swear)(currently taking the form of Raggedy Andy to get my plushie alter to put out but is playing the long con): I mean at least they ate at least twice today

Put "He/Him" right at the end of the pronouns list and immediately got assaulted by two & a half dolls. Maybe don't put the obligate she/they in charge of making the blog look nice then!

Vore Day is a religious holiday. To me.