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The phillosophy post. Was not about me. For the record. It was hypotheticall
@curiousClowder since you were the only suggestion on the what to do post. #nsfw warning [pictured, jinx, standing before the camera. she is topless, only her torso and the lower half of her face visible. the blush is obvious. her admittedly modest bust smooshed together by her hands, which vaguely shapes her tits into a heart. she has bunny faced pasties over her nipples.] there. is this yuriful? i feel very silly!
okay! i recorded something in my earlier "i love being me" mania sooo. um, here it is! i kinda messed up at the end but it was funny, and i'm sure people won't mind. [It's a simple video. It begins with Jinx leaning over the phone, a bright grin on her face as she leans back and the autofocus adjusts. He is clad in a size-adjusted version of his chidlhood get up, then, with a brief flicker of reality, she's glancing down at herself, clad in the same outfit, and shaking her head. She twirls, grinning bright, and pressing a small button on a box in her left hand, the attire swapping to her old god tier, windsock and all. another blue flash, and Jinx is beaming as he looks over himself, once more clicking the button. It was a different take on the god tier, a cropped version of that top worn over another crop with longer sky blue sleeves to match the breath symbol. the baggy pants have been replaced with high waisted shorts, a similar blue belt, and her legs sported knee-length sky blue socks, clouds scattered across in sweeping patterns. Another flicker of reality, and she leans forwards, sticking her tongue out at the camera and floating up, around, even briefly upside down, clicking the button on the small box again and moving to the next outfit just before the crop falls upwards. Now she's clad in quite the elegant navy blue suit, a tie of yellow tucked into a royal blue vest, she twists herself back upright, stretching out and admiring the suit, before clicking the button once more. The suit is replaced by a knee length swing dress, a gradient of navy at the base to her usual blue hues near the top, encircled and danced around by streaks of the bright breath sky blue, only for them to meet in the middle with a sash in the same hue. She grins, spinning enough the skirt flares out, and with another flicker of reality, he's smiling down again. The differences were always subtle between the two, but nothing drastic. he presses the button once more, and is back to a more normal outfit, jeans and a tee, tongue stuck out. with one last little shift in reality, she winks at the camera, bowing low- only to scramble as the remote is dropped. it lands on the button, and the bunnygirl outfit she'd worn ages ago was upon her, she squeaks, a hand moving out to knock the camera over with a gust of wind, a nervous laugh turning into a manic giggle before she steps over, pink blushed face visible briefly, and turns off the camera.] yes, i could have edited it, but mistakes are part of the fun of living. #nsfw because of the last outfit.
i normally crave physically touch ... but for some reason recently if someone were to try and touch me i would try and tear their arm off. uh so don't try that at least for a while