for something that will get you yelled at by half of bluesky, it sure is one of the most easy to not notice features on the fucking website.

good to know one of the artists I commission a lot still can get dinged for that rule, definitely doesn't make me paranoid that even under softened circumstances someone could eventually look at my Riolu and go "hmm for legal reasons...we're gonna have to remove you" fuuuucking hate it here.

I really hate feeling this way. I have been feeling an impending sense of doom and dread since FA's 2.7 shit and when someone in my friend group tried to demonise and socially ostracise me for being a Riolu, and it flares up whenever anything vaguely related to it happens now.

As if the little gremlin wasn't powerful enough x////x;

idk, sorry, just saw some posts that triggered a deep-seated fear I've been having and discussing internally with friends for weeks about my fears that I am an unwanted aberrance and I need to make sure,

people like me right? people like how I enjoy ABDL? I am not a bad person...

I need to not let that be a sign for me to just shut myself off from a community I've just been desperately trying to be a part of for years that makes me actually feel good and confident in myself, that I have met many cool friends in who get me better than some other people do.

I like diapers and bondage in a weird and funny non-con way and worry I struggle to fit in.

and then see a thought piece of someone literally saying that they're feeling concerns about having to share a space with people like me and my initial fear reaction is just "God...I really AM a burden huh?"

you should! do things that make you happy~

let's just pretend that the pretend scenario doesn't end in any horrific accidents haha

my cute bell collar also keeps jingling too every time I move, which is naturally very securely locked around my neck at all times.

Having to listen to my colleagues laughing at my predicament, even considering slathering the inside of my onesie and my pacigag with permaglue x////x;

GUHHH, how do they STILL expect me to come to work when they know I am locked into this outfit. ;////; It's not like I can use computers anymore with my hands stuck in mitts. All I can do is deliver stuff around the office while everyone can see how thick my diapers are under my flygon onesie.

This whole reality shift couldn't have happened at a worse time, huh x////x; it HAD to happen at work, and of course I had no way of getting home other than taking a busy bus so everyone can see how stuck I am with a pacigag and flygon onesie and mitts and thick diapers.

hypnovisor and a vibe attached to the very tight cage packed behind the thick diapers would be fun too >////>; especially if the hypnovisor does absolutely nothing but make me even more embarrassed that the bus ride back home is taking so long and I have no choice but to be in public until I arrive

it's why it's vital to put restraints on me. I'm too busy trying to assert my adulthood. A pacifier isn't gonna stay in my mouth unless it's got pacigag straps, why there need to be locks everywhere. I do not want to be given a choice or an easy escape. >////>

no thank you, I want them to actually have keys so nobody can just open them willy nilly.

collapsing on the floor of embarrassment when I do finally make it back home, resolving that I can never show my face in the workplace ever again. Only to realise, I -still- don't have access to the keys to any of the locks on my super embarrassing ABDL Flygon outfit.

n-not fair! all my colleagues are staring at me ;////;

Couldn't this have waited until I am back home?

realising how humiliating the way back home would be, having to take the bus while wearing this outfit that I can't take off, I can't change out. Having to walk in public for at least an hour before I am safely back home x////x; Unable to even speak with the pacigag straps padlocked >////<