The Universe Of Moosebars

Then, I carry a sheet of gold star stickers on me everywhere. Whenever I want to see this girl absolutely humiliate herself I take it out. Walk past a pharmacy? Take out the stars and offer her one if she goes in and buys herself some diapers where everyone can see. Middle of a nice walk in the park? Gold star to make sure she finishes it with pissed pants. Talking with friends? Gold star and she's suddenly blabbering on about all her fetishes and deepest darkest kinks.

She’s just too cute~

We were playing hide and seek yesterday while she was on Class Y’s and she has the most adorable little giggle~

As someone with a flavor of mental illness that simultaneously makes me desperately need help, but also be absolutely terrified of it with all my heart, I would still suffer in a world where the Affini followed human conventions of consent. I would do what I've always done and hide my problems, pretend everything is fine, or frustrate medical workers until they deem me treatment resistant and give up (which has happened several times now).

In such a world, I'd refuse Class E's, only cautiously accept Class G's, and go on my merry way slowly tearing myself apart, with expectations of living to 30 at best, 25 at worst. Any time I'd be offered domestication, I'd refuse not because I don't want it, but because I'm pathologically inclined to refuse such a thing no matter what.

me, periodically glancing back over my shoulder while doing 110 down the I-95: Come on sweetheart, focus! Kids 6 and under eat free at this place and I know you can age regress 2 more years

POV: You’re a Feralist whose about to be liberated from the Affini.

(Mommy didn’t say you were allowed to leave though)

In case it’s not abundantly clear, this is my first attempt at something animated. I was going to crop it but it ended up having one of those ‘coming out of the screen towards the viewer’ kind of effect that I like.