cishets & minors dni

She gets to live in a perfect, cozy, beautiful, little world where Dad is everpresent, eternally patient, experienced in everything and dedicated to her love and care. She is constantly growing and changing, sometimes Dad intervenes when she's about to hurt herself and sometimes she needs to make the mistake. She's always happy and even when she's crying, whimpering and begging she knows deep down Dad loves her, she knows deep down I'd never really hurt her. Right? Even if something feels wrong, even if she can't think right sometimes, even if sometimes she gets so scared she can't breathe it's ok because Daddys here. Daddys always here baby.

I'd never kick a puppy, but a dog on the other hand...

I miss the Autumn so badly

Incredibly self-indulgent commission from my dear and lovely friend harpieart on bsky!

Putting on a good face

She is frail of flesh, pain-shot, purblind; in one sense, these things are of close importance, and in another they are not. It is these truths that grant the dearest of opportunities to serve, that define the pattern by which your life slots inside Hers, and yet: what meaning holds your Lady's weakness to you, really? You, tool-in-quicksilver, that which would sooner die than disobey--

© Maxime Ballesteros

life has been kicking my ass lately so take a low effort wip

the doll

so yeah. a permanent collar, an enforced morning alarm, three or four daily tasks or restrictions and a bimonthly grievous bodily harm session would probably fix me