Rollercoasters! (//∇//)

A little about us:

We are a tulpa system! Our plurality is a huuuge part of our life and therefore will likely come up on this blog. This is a safe place for endo systems!

We are bodily 18

Feel free to use ANY pronouns for us, but please no they/them! Be creative!!

We have BPD, ASD, ADHD, OCD, GAD, C-PTSD, and Epilepsy. These affect every part of our life, and affect our posting!

We also suspect a schizospec disorder, as we experience delusions

What should you expect to see on this blog?

All sorts of objectum/POSIC posts, usually about rollercoasters.

Probably more, but I'll edit this later once we've settled on what this blog's content will be!

Boundaries:

We have no DNI, as those can get excessively long quickly, when it is much easier to just block people.

However, I will say one thing, as I am absolutely sick of fiction policers. This is a proship safe space. We are proship. That means that we are anti-harassment, anti-censorship, pro-fiction, and pro-kink. We don't care what you do or enjoy in fiction.

This blog is NOT strictly SFW! We are horny about rollercoasters and will likely post about it! Minors may interact and follow, but if so, block the 🚀🔞 tag.

Please be kind and respectful when interacting with us. We struggle with reading people, and may be awkward or kind of annoying to talk to. We are mentally ill, and due to unpredictability and instability, may occasionally post worrying things/disappear for long amounts of time.

BLOCK US if you don't like us for any reason. Do not be mean or harass.

I bet it feels so good to be a CD in a CD player. I can't even imagine. I can't help myself from gently taking them out and pushing them back onto their little holders. Kissing all over my CD players and CDs, desperately wishing I could kiss the backsides without hurting them. Spirit Phone's bright red back is so incredibly attractive. I spend a lot of time just blasting these albums in my headphones and getting off to them alone. And my CD players spend a lot of time in bed with me, too. We usually just cuddle. There's something so intimate about cuddling a cold plastic CD player in my soft, warm bed. Pressing my nose against them and smelling the musky plastic scent. It's hard to explain.