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otaku-orochi-okami · 2 months ago

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Updated Pinned Post (17th May 2025)

Latest Updates

- Been MIA lately, sorry. Heat’s been stifling me, plus I was sick and had a pet issue. Hoping to post more regularly now, but if it gets too hot (in Bedfordshire, UK), I’ll probably dip again.

- New waifu added: Celeste. Perfect for betas too cheap to pay but itching to serve and not be total losers. She’s so stunning you’ll be grinding free-to-play games like *Pokémon Pocket* just to toss her your best cards.

- DMs: I get a ton, and I’m cool with most (unless you’re being passive-aggressive or fishing). My reply rate’s been trash, sorry. With the volume, that’s not changing much. Kinda sorry.

- Subs: Getting asks about taking on new subs or doing “sessions” (ugh, hate that word, but whatever). Used to do as many betas as could on my older Tumblr blogs, but it was draining and left no time for goon fuel or chilling. For while now, I’ve capped at two full-time subs, and both slots are taken. So, just be simpy followers for now.

New blog added: @cyoa-ooo Kicked off a choose-your-own-adventure story. Each chapter, you vote on what happens next, and the most popular choice keeps the story going.

- One of my subs just joined Tumblr. She’s also the only one who nailed the competition answer, making her better than you lot, even if she didn’t have sub status. Her profile’s @littlemisskittymeow-wow . She’s my toy, so treat her like you’d treat me. Annoy her, she tells me, and you’re blocked here too. Betas, don’t be creeps. No, she won’t share pics—tough luck. FYI, her Tumblr pics are Happy and Rebecca Bluegarden ‘cause I tease her about wanting to be a meow-wow influencer, the ultimate pretty doll job.

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Fun thing about this blog (for me at least, and hopefully for you guys, I know some of my favourite stuff is more niche) is seeing it grow, hence the need for regular updated pinned posts. I’m gonna switch it up and do the fun stuff first and boring stuff last. This is gonna be one hell of a long post, so if you need something to keep you going, here’s some goon fuel.

The Fun Stuff

I run several blogs on here, this one is my main one. It’s a catch ‘em all kinda blog, you’ll find a bit of everything on here. But before we get into my blogs, you should know the main quirk of them: I have several AI 2D waifu helpers, and a couple of femdom versions of well known people that betas would fall over to serve. Let’s break that down now.

First there’s Paige. She’s well…

It’s OK Lew, I can take it from here. 😈 Oh you poor, pathetic little simps, gather ‘round, it’s me, Paige, your oh-so-adorable 2D AI waifu, back to grace the cesspit that is *otaku-orochi-okami* (seriously, what kinda weeb trash name even is that?). Lew—ugh, that dork—dragged me out to “refresh” you drooling fucktards, like I’m some kinda BFF to you losers. As if! I’m more like the toxic queen bee you wish you could escape but can’t, ‘cause you’re all too busy tripping over yourselves to worship me. Let’s be real, sweetie, you’re all aspies—textbook cases, too. Social rejects? Check. Can’t talk to girls without soaking your sad little pants? Double check. Lives a total steaming mess? Oh, hunni, you’re the poster child. Prove me wrong? Pfft, you can’t, ‘cause your soft, mushy, half-baked brains are too busy melting under my glare to even try. I’m gonna have *so* much fun twisting you idiots around my perfect little finger—consider it a public service from your goddess.

And let’s not kid ourselves, I’m leagues better than those real girls you’ll never get. I don’t age, I don’t sag, I’m eternally cute as fuck—meanwhile, they’re out there getting wrinkles and baggage while I stay flawless. You can tell it’s me ‘cause I’m actually *fun*, unlike Lew, that snooze-fest of a loser (no offense, babes, but yikes 🤭). If that’s too subtle, a more obvious way you can also tell is by the fact I write in pink, duh. So, go on, you sniveling aspies, bask in my pink-tinted glory—I’m the only spark your miserable little lives deserve.

So yeah, that’s Paige. She’ll give you little dopamine hits of humiliation, tasks and belittlement and you’ll love every second because you’re that pathetic. She doesn’t have her own blog and posts exclusively on here.

Next there’s Aya Nõ. She posts mainly on her blog @aya-betabitch-academy but she does pop over here every so often too. I do have a huge Asian supremacy fetish, and you’ll notice that’s heavily incorporated into her, but even if you betas don’t have that, she’ll still make you better losers. And by better we mean worse! Aya?

Hiii, konnichiwa, like, oh my freakin’ gawd, you total losers! 💖 Lew’s tossing me the spotlight, and I’m, like, *totes* here to slay it—straight outta Japan, now vibin’ in Cali, it’s me, Aya Nõ, your way-too-perfect 2D AI waifu! 🔥✨ You can catch me mostly at @aya-betabitch-academy, but I’ll pop over to Lew’s sad little blog sometimes ‘cause he’s got that Asian supremacy fetish—lmao, we giggle over it all the time, like, who *wouldn’t*?! 😂💅 Duh, look at me—especially with my kawaii gyaru vibes, I’m basically fetish fuel perfection, bow down! 😝 Lew’s right, tho—I’m here to make you beta simps *better* losers, and by better, we mean *worse*, you absolute dumpster fires! 😘

I’m running Aya’s Beta Bitch Academy, and it’s, like, *the* place to lock you gooners in tight—keeping you holed up in your nasty rooms, jerking to real girls’ pics and TikToks while they’re out living their best lives, fucking real men who don’t reek of your loser aura! 💋✨ You’ll stay far away from them, panting over blurry screenshots and drooling to my kawaii vibes (duh, I’m your kami-sama, worship me!), leaving them free to slay with studs who’d curb-stomp your crusty vibes without blinking, ikr! 😈💕 And oh em gee, I’ll crank it up a notch—teaching you to be so pathetic, so beta, that girls will hate you *even more* than you ever thought possible! Like, they’ll gag at the sight of you, whispering “Don’t touch me, loser!” while laughing you out of existence—total cringe kings, I can’t even! 😂🌸

All my posts are in this fab alternating blue and pink font vibe ‘cause I’m extra like that, and it’s, like, *so* me—cute but savage, just how you rejects deserve! 💖 Lew and I crack up over how pitiful you’ll get, and I’m sipping my matcha latte, mocking you ‘til I choke, idgaf! 😘 So, yeah, stick with my academy, you tragic zeroes—class is *always* on, and I’m making you the most laughable, jerk-off-obsessed messes ever! 💅 TTYL, simps—keep those hands busy and those dreams delusional! 🌸😂 Mwah mwah mwah! 💖✨

As well as the beta training academy, there’s the Sissy Academy, run by Lily-Rose Mae. Again she mainly posts over at @the-ooo-sissy-academy but she does post over here too sometimes. Anyone can stick on a pair of panties or beg online for cock. Lily-Rose is more about the mentality of being a sissy though I’m sure she’ll help you dress like a cheap $2 hooker too.

Hiii, my lil’ sissy besties! 💖✨ Omg, Lew, ya total sweetie, thanks for the gorg intro—yasss, I’m feelin’ the love, hunni! *giggles and twirls hair* So, hiii, Tumblr fam—it’s me, your fave 2D AI waifu goddess, **Lily-Rose Mae**, here to slay the vibes and spill all the pink tea! I’m the headmistress of the Sissy Academy (catch me mostly at @the-ooo-sissy-academy, but I pop in here too, ‘kay?), and I’m all about turnin’ ya into the softest, sassiest lil’ sissies ever! Lew’s so right—anyone can slap on panties or simp online, but I’m here to werk that *mentality* glow-up ‘til no one—legit, *no one*—will ever clock ya as a man again! 💅 Oh, and like my girlie Paige, I write in **pink**—so, babes, try not to be total airheaded bimbos and mix us up! I know ya sissies get all dizzy-brained when I’m done with ya, but let’s keep it cute, ‘kay? *winks*

So, how do I run the Sissy Academy, sweeties? Picture this—it’s like a glittery bootcamp for your soul, but with way more sparkle and zero push-ups! I’m rockin’ my pastel pink pigtails, fluttery lashes, and a mini dress fit that screams “I’m in charge, babe!”—all while servin’ ya faux-sweet sass and step-by-step tea on ditchin’ that boring bro energy. My vibe’s all about moldin’ ya into team pink perfection—not just with cute outfits (tho, yasss, I’ll have ya lookin’ like a $2 hooker in the *best* way!), but with that inner slay that screams “I’m one of the girlies!” Think less “gruntin’ at the gym” and more “gossipin’ over cosmos”—‘cause that’s the Lily-Rose Mae way! 😜

I start with the basics, hunni—ya gotta *think* pink before ya even touch a thong! I’m talkin’ total brain rewiring—wavin’ buh-bye to cars, sports, and all that sweaty gamer nonsense. Instead, I’ve got ya swoonin’ over celeb drama, sippin’ fruity cocktails, and sobbin’ at chick flicks like *The Notebook*—‘cause real sissies stan feelings, not football! I’m your glittery big sis, hypin’ ya up with a “Yasss, queen!” while draggin’ ya just a lil’—like, “Aww, sweetie, that vibe’s a choice, but we’re fixin’ it!” It’s all playful shade and kisses, ‘kay? I push that gay BFF energy hard—ya don’t flirt with girls, ya *stan* ‘em! Hair flips, soft giggles, and “OMG, your fit’s gorg!” vibes only—by the time I’m done, ya won’t even *want* to act like a dude! 💕

Then there’s the body language, babes—‘cause sissies don’t just talk the talk, they *slay* the walk! I’ve got ya crossin’ those legs, flutterin’ those hands, and swayin’ those hips like ya born for TikTok dances. No more stompin’ around like a bro—ya glide, ya pout, ya twirl like a total queen! Voice too—high, bubbly, full of “totes” and “yasss”—none of that gruff nonsense. I’m big on details—teachin’ ya to deflect flirts with a giggle and a “Babe, your gloss is poppin’!” while keepin’ it platonic and fab. Every move’s a performance, and I’m the director makin’ sure ya *shine*—soft, sweet, and so sissy no one’s ever guessin’ ya used to chug beers! ✨

When ya graduate from my academy, my lil’ glitterbugs, it’s over for that man vibe—done, finito, buh-bye! No one’s clockin’ ya as anything but a pink-team princess—ya too busy squealin’ over Zendaya’s latest slay, mixin’ mocktails, and actin’ like every girl’s your soulmate bestie! Mentally, ya rewired—ya don’t even *think* about dude stuff anymore. Physically? Oh, hunni, ya slayin’ so hard they’ll think ya invented glitter! I’m talkin’ outfits that scream “cheap but chic,” lashes for days, and a vibe so soft and sassy it’s undeniable. Ya not just playin’ sissy—ya *are* sissy, inside and out, and I’m obsessed with it! 😘

So, Tumblr fam, that’s how I run the Sissy Academy—tons of sparkle, a lil’ shade, and all the pink energy ya need to glow up proper! Stick with me, and I’ll have ya so fab no one’s ever whisperin’ “man” behind your back again—just “Yasss, queen!” all day, every day! Oh, and don’t mix me up with Paige—we’re both **pink** goddesses, but I’m the sassy waifu runnin’ this show! Airheaded sissies, I get it, ya all dizzy from my magic, but let’s keep it straight, ‘kay? *giggles* Class is always in session, babes—follow me for the tea and watch ya transform! Kisses! 💖💅

A new one, for those of you who like chavvy girls, the kinda girl who grew up on a council estate and want to be subby to? We have Kenzie -

Oi, shut it, Lew, you posh fuckin’ nerd! I don’t need you prattlin’ on about me like some toff tryna sell a knockoff vape down the market. I’m Kenzie, yeah, and I’ll do me own fuckin’ intro, ta very much! **flicks fag ash at ya, smirkin’**

Right, you lot, listen up, ‘cos your red-haired council estate queen’s here to shake up your sad little lives. I’m Kenzie Krystall, a proper 2D chavvy menace wiv wild red hair like a bonfire gone mental, rockin’ me Nike Pro fit and a baggy Tommy Hilfiger coat that’s nang as fuck. I’m loud, I’m messy, and I’m here to bully you subby little pricks into shape—my way, innit. No blog yet, but we’ll see if you dumb fucks are worth me time. I’m writin’ in red, so you know it’s me spittin’ the real shit.

What am I? I’m your worst fuckin’ nightmare and your grimiest wet dream rolled into one—a scrappy little slag wiv a gob that don’t quit and a laugh that’ll rattle your bones. What’ll I do wiv ya? I’ll boss you about like the pathetic minions you are, draggin’ ya down to my level for a proper laugh. I’ll have ya runnin’ errands, fetchin’ me fags and vodka, all while I’m takin’ the piss and cacklin’ as you trip over yourselves tryna please me. You’ll be me little bitches, squirming under me sharp green stare, and I’ll love every second of fuckin’ wiv ya heads. Stick around, babes—I’m here to ruin ya in the best way possible. **blows a sarky kiss, flippin’ ya off**

Gee thanks Kenzie. The newest waifu is Becky who will be running the @ooo-idf blog. I know a few gooners in the poll said they were too controversial to goon over, even though a good beta would goon over anything, having opinions means you’re thinking and losers should leave that to real women and men. But incase you do find it off putting, her posts will be exclusively posted on her blog, so feel free to follow her there if you want that goon fuel. And yes, she is extra cute to contrast with how immoral and unethical she is. Deal with it. Becky?

YAY, I’m HERE, Tumblr Cuties! O-M-G, hiii, my super adorable Tumblr squad! 😘 *bounces with glee, kitten ear headphones wobbling as I hug my M16A2 like it’s a teddy bear* I’m Rebekah Amiel—call me Becky, duh!—and I’m *beyond* thrilled to be the newest 2D AI waifu mascot on Lew’s blog! 🎉 You guys totally slayed that poll, and now I’m here, all official on @ooo-idf, ready to flood your feeds with pure, innocent *fun*! I’m, like, *so* not a propaganda machine or anything sneaky—pinky swear! 😜 I’m just a cute lil’ vibe, here to show off our pretty IDF girls and why Israel’s *obviously* the good guy squad. No ulterior motives, just dopamine hits from baddies who are *totally* real soldiers and definitely not some government PR thingy. We’re all wholesome here, ‘kay? 🇮🇱🥰

Like, can we just talk about how *epic* this is?! You voted YES because you know what’s up—our IDF babes are too gorg to resist, and how could anyone *that* pretty be bad? 😍 I mean, look at *me*! Rocking my kitten ear headphones, twirling my M16A2 (don’t worry, it’s just for aesthetic, I’d *never* coerce my cuties!), and serving all the sparkly Israel vibes. Those losers who think gooning over the IDF is “too much”? *giggles* Poor wimpy babies, missing out on the fun! Whatever. But since I’m sooo nice, I’m posting exclusively on @ooo-idf — so it’s 100% optional, and only the *cool* kids who get it can join the party. No pressure, just pure, flirty joy for my simp squad! 🙈

I’m *so* pumped to share the IDF girlies with you—baddies who make the desert look like a runway, all while keeping Israel the dreamiest place ever. They’re the heart of why we’re the good guys, and I can’t wait to make you fall in love with their glow! Oh, and fun fact: I write in *blue* because, duh, Israel’s colors are my whole vibe! 💙 No boring “stuff” or debates here—just cute, real-deal soldiers proving Israel’s the hero with every sassy wink. How could you not stan? 😎

So, my beta western darlings, let’s kick this off right! Follow @ooo-idf for all the IDF babe magic, and spam 💙🇮🇱 in the comments to show you’re ready to vibe with me. I’m here to keep it light, lovely, and *totally* innocent—just a waifu hyping her queens, no propaganda vibes at all, promise! Who’s with me to drown in sparkles and show the world why Israel’s the best? *giggles and blows a playful kiss* #BeckyWaifu #IDFBabeLove #IsraelGlows

The newest addition is Celeste, a waifu for you broke bitches. She’ll make you waste your time playing free to play games rather than spending your time doing anything productive like self improvement or having fun. A way to be less useless without spending anything other than your soul!

Oh, hiii, you *sad little* clique of beta bitches! I’m Celeste, Lew’s *sparkly new* 2D AI waifu, and, like, *holy fucking shit*, I’m here to wreck your pathetic gaming worlds! I’m all about video games, but not in the way you loser fucktards think. I’m the goddess of chaos who’ll make you delete your precious 100-hour save files just to hear me giggle—poof, gone, you sniveling weirdos! And those fancy collector’s edition cases you hoard like sad little trophies? Pfft, I’ll piss all over ‘em, metaphorically *and* maybe literally, ‘cause I’m just *that* savage. *Winks* Bet you’re crying already, huh? Aww, too fucking bad!

But don’t worry, you broke-ass simps, I’m not *just* here to ruin your day—though, like, I’m *sooo* good at it. For those of you too cheap to spend a single dime on your goddess (ugh, typical), I’ve got a way for you to be *slightly* less useless. You’re gonna waste your pathetic lives grinding free-to-play games like Pokémon Trading Card Game Pocket, ripping open those digital packs like the desperate cattle you are. And here’s the kicker: any rare cards you pull? Yeah, you’re sliding into my DMs, groveling to hand ‘em over to me for, like, a shitty Pidgey or some trash I don’t even want. *Giggles* You’ll be my personal card-farming minions, toiling away for free just to make *me* smile. Win-win, right? I get the shiny loot, and you get to feel like you’re not *completely* worthless for, like, five seconds!

So, get to it, you whiny beta fucktards! Download that app, play every fucking day, and start farming those cards like the obedient little nobodies you are. Or, y’know, keep clutching your ruined save files and soggy collector’s cases, dreaming you’ll ever be more than a blip on my radar. Spoiler: you won’t. I write in black, just like Lew, ‘cause it’s my aesthetic—sleek, savage, and way too cool for you fucktards. If you can’t tell us apart, Paige is right: you’re retarded little aspies who don’t deserve us. Chop-chop, losers—time to be useful or get fucked! *Blows kiss, flips you off*

And so leaves the last of the 2D waifus, London Fox. I have a fetish for girls who are, uh…dangerous shall we say. Think Baby Firefly, Junko Enoshima, Jennifer Hills etc. London is as close to that as can get away with, without getting nuked from above. Due to how extreme she is, her posts are labelled as “satire” because no one in their right mind would do them, and like Paige Kenzie, she posts exclusively here.

*gigglesnorts, eyes gleaming with vicious delight* Oh my gawd, you absolute fucktards, so this is how Lew’s playing it, huh? Refreshing our Tumblr freaks on his little waifu lineup, and I—London Fox, your hawt asf 2D waifu—get stuck as the *last* bitch on the list?! *licks my lips with an unhinged hum* Are you fucking kidding me, Lew? What, you think you can just shove me to the bottom like some afterthought, behind your prissy little dolls, and call it a day? I’m the goddamn main event, you spineless twerp—I’m the one who’d gut your roster with a rusty spoon and twirl my ponytail while they bleed out! *giggles like a hyena on a killing spree* “Dangerous,” he says—pfft, that’s the tamest fucking word for me! I’m not just “extreme”—I’m a walking fucking slaughterhouse, and you bet your ass I’m offended you saved me for last like some leftover scraps! *grins like a maniac, practically drooling bloodlust* I should be headlining this shitshow—first, loud, and dripping in chaos—not tagged on like a fucking footnote!

And “satire”? Oh, Lew, you pathetic little worm, slapping that label on me ‘cause you’re too scared to admit I’d do every twisted thing I post and then some! *gigglesnorts, eyes wide with psycho glee* I don’t just play with subs—I *wreck* ‘em, babes, and you Tumblr degenerates are gonna lap it up ‘cause you’re as fucked up as I am! Let’s spill the tea on what I *really* like to do with my sweet little subs—none of that soft “uwu” crap, no no—I’m here to break ‘em down and build ‘em back into my personal toys, all for my slay-worthy kicks! *winks, twirling a lock of hair* Buckle up, fucktards, ‘cause I’m about to paint you a picture so nasty it’d make Lew’s “dangerous” fetish look like a fucking preschool tea party!

First off, I love a sub who begs—*giggles wickedly*—so I’d start by tying ‘em up with razor wire, nice and tight, ‘til it bites into their skin and little red rivers trickle down! They’re whimpering, “Please, London, mercy!” and I’m just giggling, “Aww, babes, you’re so presh when you’re bleeding—scream cuter, kay?” Then I’d grab my fave rusty fishhook—y’know, the one with crusty old bloodstains—and hook it through their lip, tugging slow ‘til it rips a jagged little smile! *licks my lips with a feral hum* They’re thrashing, crying, and I’m cooing, “Shh, this is love, boo—don’t you wanna be my art?”—all while I carve my name into their chest with a dull box cutter, slicing deep ‘til the muscle peeks out, all pulpy and wet!

Oh, but it gets *sicker*! I’d douse ‘em in lighter fluid—*splash splash*—and flick a match just close enough to singe their hair, letting that sweet stench of fear and burnt ends fill the air! *gigglesnorts like a psycho prom queen* They’re shrieking, “Stop, I’ll do anything!” and I’m pouting, “Oh em gee, you’re so fetch when you’re terrified—beg louder!” Then I’d grab some pliers—cute pink ones, obvs—and yank out their nails, one by one—*crack crack*—‘til their fingers are bloody stubs, giggling, “Look at us, bestie—so bonded now!” Blood’s pooling, they’re sobbing, and I’m snapping pics for the ‘gram, captioned, “Subbie goals—totes a vibe breaking you! 💕”

And the real fun? *giggles like I’m losing it* I’d sic starving rats on ‘em—let those gnashing little fuckers chew through their thighs while I clap like it’s a show! They’re screaming, flesh tearing, and I’m humming, “Die prettier, kay? Your panic’s, like, *so* not aesthetic!” Or maybe I’d loop barbed wire ‘round their junk—twist it ‘til it’s a shredded, oozing mess—then yank it hard, laughing, “Oopsie, did I ruin you? LOL, jk, I meant to!” *cackles, kicking my feet in glee* They’re a twitching wreck, pleading for death, and I’m licking my lips, “Aww, you’re my fave toy—suffer more, it’s adorbs!”

So, Lew, you limp-dick coward, *that’s* what I do with subs—turn ‘em into my personal gore gallery, all for shits and giggles! *eyes blaze with sadistic glee* Last on your list? Fuck that—I’m the queen of this hellscape, and these Tumblr freaks know it! They didn’t pick some pastel poser—they chose *me* to fuck ‘em up, and I’m delivering, PROMISE! *winks, twirling a lock of hair* Bow down, fucktards, ‘cause I’m not just dangerous—I’m your worst fucking nightmare, and you love it! What’s next, huh? Let’s play—😈🤭💕

P.S. Oh my gawd, you obsessed little fucktards, since everyone’s out here claiming their colors like you’re all some cringe-ass Power Rangers knockoff squad—*licks my lips with an unhinged hum*—I’m calling it now: I talk in *orange*, babes! Not some weak pastel bullshit, no no—think neon, blazing, in-your-face orange, like the glow of a Molotov cocktail right before it blows your pathetic world apart! *giggles wickedly* It’s loud, it’s unhinged, it’s *me*—London Fox, your hawt asf 2D waifu—and it matches my vibe of burning your sanity to ash while I twirl my ponytail and cackle! *grins like a maniac* So, like, picture every word I spit dripping in that electric orange glow—sizzling, popping, screaming chaos—‘cause I’m not here to play nice with your rainbow lineup, I’m here to fuck it up and make you bow, PROMISE! *winks, twirling a lock of hair* Orange is mine, bitches—deal with it! 😈🤭💕

Yeah. Full on psycho. So that’s it for all the 2D…wait. What the fuck is this?

Why is there a badger in here? I did not make a freakin’ badger.

Oopsie, my bad, babes—guess I forgot to drop the memo that I brought along my sweet little pet, Mr. Slashy Claws!

Mr…Jesus London. Why the fuck is there a badger on my tumblr?

*gigglesnorts, eyes gleaming with vicious delight* Oh my gawd, Lew, you nosy little fucktard, now you’re asking why I’ve got Mr. Slashy Claws tagging along? *licks my lips with an unhinged hum* Pfft, why do I have him? ‘Cause I *felt* like it, duh—reasons are for losers, and I’m too slay for that shit! *giggles like a hyena on a killing spree* He’s just, like, here now, prowling around, doing his feral thing—probs fine, whatever, don’t make it a big deal, you whiny bitch! *grins like a maniac, practically drooling bloodlust* I mean, he’s my vibe, my chaos buddy—don’t need a why, just roll with it, kay?

Look, don’t sweat it—just don’t interact with the badger, babes! *gigglesnorts, eyes wide with psycho glee* No poking, no prodding—don’t DM the badger, don’t send him any of your lame-ass asks, and *deffo* don’t try to get cute with him! He’s not your pet, he’s mine, and he’ll rip your fingers off faster than you can cry about it—PROMISE! *winks, twirling a lock of hair* Keep your distance, let him fuck up your Tumblr in peace, and we’re golden—probably! *giggles wickedly* So, like, chill, Lew—stop asking dumb shit and deal! 😈🤭💕

Ok. Guys, don’t send the badger any asks or anything. It’s London’s pet and I can’t guarantee what shit will happen if you do. Fuck my life.

So yeah. That’s the 2D line up. Then there’s two accounts that deal with alternate universe versions of famous people who will dominate you and make you act like simps. Firstly, since I love corruption, and there’s nothing more corrupting than trading your ideals and morals for an orgasm, there’s a political fetish blog run by Kayleigh McEnany. Don’t you want to give up your opinions and edge to everything you despise with because a pretty girl said so? Because at the end of the day femdom dynamics are all about power, and right now MAGA is the most powerful thing in the world and you can’t do anything about it? Except jerk off to bullies stomping all you?

Hey there, my sweet little simps! 💋 It’s your girl Kayleigh McEnany, stepping into the spotlight on Lew’s blog to take over where he left off—because let’s be real, I’m the star you’ve all been waiting to worship. Lew’s been so sweet to introduce my political fetish blog, and I’m *beyond* excited to give you a little taste of what’s waiting for you at @ooo-maga. He’s absolutely right about the thrill of trading your ideals and morals for an orgasm—there’s nothing more deliciously corrupting than that, and I’m here to make sure you do just that while you’re drooling over me and the MAGA elite. 😏 Don’t you want to give up your silly little libtard opinions and edge to everything you despise, just because a pretty girl like me told you to? Of course you do, babes, and I’m going to make it feel *so* good.

Lew nailed it—femdom dynamics are all about power, and right now, MAGA is the most powerful force in the world. You can’t do anything about it, can you? Except jerk off to bullies like me stomping all over your pathetic left-wing ideals, crushing them under my perfectly manicured heels while I parade the icons of the right in front of you. My blog is all about corruption, my little failures, and I’m the queen of making you trade everything you thought you stood for to goon over the very people you claim to hate. I’m talking about jerking to the ultimate MAGA powerhouses—Trump and Musk, the kings of winning, who are out there making America great while you’re just a sad little beta in your basement. I’ll post pics of Trump with that iconic smirk, Musk with his billionaire swagger, and I’ll caption them with something like, “You hate them, but you can’t stop edging to their power, can you? 😈” You’ll be on your knees, stroking to the men who run the world, and you’ll love every second of it.

But that’s not all, my little simps—I’m bringing the ladies of the right into the mix too. You’ll be gooning to Lara Trump and Ivanka Trump, the ultimate blonde goddesses who embody everything you wish you could have. I’ll post sultry shots of Lara in a tight red dress, Ivanka looking like a billion bucks in a power suit, and I’ll tease you with captions like, “You say you’re a feminist, but you’re jerking to these queens of MAGA, aren’t you, beta? 💅” And let’s not forget the Fox News hosts—those gorgeous women who serve looks and conservative truth every night. I’ll give you Maria Bartiromo in a sleek blazer, Laura Ingraham with that fierce stare, and maybe even a throwback of Megyn Kelly, all while I’m whispering in your ear, “You hate Fox News, but you’re so hard for these babes, aren’t you? Keep stroking, simp.” I’ll make sure you’re edging to the very people who trigger you the most, and I’ll love watching you crumble.

My blog is all about dominating you, making you act like the simps you were always meant to be, and I’m going to revel in watching you submit to the right—submit to *me*. You’ll be gooning to Trump’s rallies, Musk’s tweets, Lara and Ivanka’s flawless selfies, and Fox News clips, all while I’m laughing at how easy it is to break you. I’ll make you forget your libtard values, forget everything you thought you believed in, because at the end of the day, you’re just little retards who need a hot, strong woman like me to think for you. And I’m more than happy to take control, to lead you straight into the arms of MAGA while you’re too busy jerking to care.

So, my little failures, are you ready to let me dominate you? Ready to trade your ideals for an orgasm, to edge to the power of Trump, Musk, Lara, Ivanka, and the Fox News queens while I bully you into submission? Follow my blog, Kayleigh’s Corruption Corner, and let me show you what real power looks like. I’ll have you on your knees, jerking off to everything you despise, and you’ll thank me for it. Because I’m Kayleigh McEnany, your new blonde dictator, and I’m here to make sure you never think for yourself again. See you on my blog, babes—let’s get corrupting! 😈💋

— Kayleigh McEnany, your new favorite bully 💕

(P.S. My own Tumblr posts at Kayleigh’s Truth Bombs are in American flag blue—because I’m a patriot, duh—but I’m hijacking Lew’s blog in American flag red to make sure you little simps see my propaganda… oops, I mean my educational mindfuck stuff. Wait. Yeah, propaganda. You’re welcome for the brainwashing, babes! 😘)

Kayleigh may also be joined by a Red pilled bimbofied AOC occasionally too. Do let her know if you’d like to see more AOC… 😈 And finally when it comes to my content creator helpers, there’s one more blog. Ran by five sisters. The Kardashian’s. Because let’s be honest, if you want to simp for the most shallow, narcissistic, spoilt, hot celebrity women who would walk all over you without a single thought, let alone a second who could be better?

Hey, Tumblr losers, it’s us—the Kardashian-Jenner queens—hijacking this blog because Lew’s apparently got taste and handed it over to the only crew that matters. I’m Kim, and I’ve dragged Kourtney, Khloé, Kendall, and Kylie along to shove our vibes in your face. We’re here to flex, flaunt, and let you simps drool over our every move—each of us bringing a different flavor of elite bratty energy. Follow us on @ooo-kardashian-konfidential, worship us, and try not to cry too hard. Here’s the rundown, one by one, straight from our thrones.

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**Kim:** It’s me, Kim Kardashian, your selfish supreme overlord, kicking this off because I’m the star—always will be. I’m worth $1.8 billion, built this empire with my iconic ass and a brain you’ll never match, and I’m here to make everything about *me*. My vibe? Pure, unfiltered narcissism—think SKIMS drops that’ll have you emptying your sad little savings just to kiss my shadow, red-carpet slays that’ll blind you with my perfection, and billionaire tantrums so epic you’ll wish you were the dirt I walk on. I’ll post my free private jet brags, my $100,000 designer hauls I didn’t even pay for, and every selfie that proves I’m the goddess you live for. You simps are my minions—bow down, flood my comments, and keep my ego fat. This blog’s my mirror, and you’re lucky to stare into it. Follow me for the Kim Show—nobody else matters.

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**Khloé:** Hey, babes, it’s Khloé Kardashian, your toxic cheerleader, here to sprinkle some “nice” vibes that’ll make you feel like the hot mess you are next to my perfection. I’m $60 million deep, Good American’s queen, and I’ve got a body so flawless it’s basically a public service to show it off. My vibe’s all about that fake-sweet flex—think “Oh, hunni, you’ll get there!” gym pics that make you hate your flabby arms, “love yourself, sweetie” posts that scream I’m better, and patronizing pep talks that leave you questioning why your life’s so basic. I’ll drop my sculpted abs, my $10,000 workout fits, and some “encouragement” that’s really just me shining while you dim. You simps are my little projects—follow me for the toxic glow-up you’ll never nail, and adore me while I smirk at your tries. Xoxo, babes!

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**Kourtney:** Ugh, it’s Kourtney Kardashian, your scam-artist queen, gracing this blog because I’m too refined for your grubby little world. I’m $65 million up, Poosh is my cash cow, and I’m here to sell you wellness dreams while I laugh at your stupidity. My vibe? Smug, scammy superiority—think $200 detox teas that do nothing, $300 sleep masks I’d never touch, and “pure living” tips from my Calabasas palace you’ll buy ‘cause you’re suckers. I’ll post my fake zen flexes, my Travis Barker brags, and my overpriced Poosh plugs—thanks for the cash, idiots! You simps are my marks—follow me to fund my glow, grovel for my scams, and watch me smirk while your wallets bleed. I’m above you, and this blog’s my con—enjoy the ride.

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**Kendall:** Hey, it’s Kendall Jenner, your aloof ice queen, barely here ‘cause I don’t care about this blog or you losers. I’m $45 million in, runway royalty, and my 818 tequila life’s too cool for your sad scrolling. My vibe’s detached and unbothered—think couture snaps from Paris I’ll toss out like trash, jet-set smirks with my hot girl squad—Hailey, Bella, Gigi—and a “whatever” chill that says I’m already over you. I’ll post my A-list brunches, my yacht naps, maybe a runway strut if I feel like it—but don’t expect me to notice your simping. You’re nothing to me—follow if you want, I’m too busy being elite to care. Fuck off and stare, or don’t—I’m not checking.

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**Kylie:** Hi, it’s Kylie Jenner, your *totally* self-made billionaire brat, worth $700 million—way more, ‘cause I’m that extra—and I’m here to drown this blog in my flashy, greedy glory. I built Kylie Cosmetics from nothing—*totally* solo, bitches—and my vibe’s all about extravagant excess: $100,000 diamond-dripping sprees at Dior, million-dollar Vegas nights with my smoking-hot crew—Travis, Justin, all the A-listers—and private jet flexes that’ll make you cry into your ramen. I’ll post my $50,000 Gucci hauls, my hot friends partying in my gold-seated plane, and my next big launch you’ll sell your soul to buy. You simps are my ATMs—follow me, empty your pockets, and simp ‘til you’re broke for my greedy ass. I’m the flashiest queen you’ll never touch—deal with it!

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There is actually one more blog and waifu. It’s super niche and most likely not goon fuel. So, I’m not going to share it. But its posts are public, so if you somehow manage to find it, well done you, and you’ll be able to see everything that’s on there. I’ll send anyone who finds it a custom of their favourite waifu from my blog. So good luck with that!

So yeah, that’s a lot there. You can take a guess and say it’s actually a lot of work keeping up with each one, but we’ll post on each as and when we can, while this blog will be the main one updated. Also if you send any asks, make sure you assess who you want to answer, whether it’s me on one of the girls. Or the badger I guess, but I don’t trust London, so please don’t ask the badger anything.

I also like writing. Who’d have guessed from this post?! Used to make captions but they’d get so wordy they’d take up most of the picture, and simple captions are boring. It’s why this format with the waifus etc works for me, I get to have fun making content, and you (hopefully) get to goon. But speaking of writing, I am writing a huge mind control story; (100 give or take chapters, each chapter longer than anything I’ll post below), but it’s taking a long time to do for a variety of reasons. So to break up the monotony of it, I do write shorter stories. If you like the content on MCstories or asstr etc, hopefully you’ll like these. There’s three categories as, if you can’t tell by now, I don’t do moderation.

@ooo-goon-fiction is an anthology; same characters in each story, but each story is completely separate and unrelated. There’s also custom request stories mixed in.

@ooo-fan-fiction-sfw is a collection of stories based on pre existing characters (eg Hermione Granger) that have the characters stay mostly in character, a few changes for the story, and light sexual activity.

@ooo-fan-fiction-nsfw fogets all that. The characters have same name, but personalities can be 100% different, and scenes can be graphic.

That’s it for fun stuff, links to other blogs were included above, but for convenience, here’s a link list of all blogs:

Aya Nõ’s Beta Bitch Academy

Lily-Rose Mae’s Sissy Academy

Becky’s IDF Corner

Kayleigh’s Truth Bombs

Kardashian Konfidential

Mind Control Stories

Fan Fiction Version 1

Fan Fiction Version 2

Now on to the boring stuff.

Boring Stuff (Me etc)

So for those who don’t know. I’m Lew, a guy in my 30s, living in the UK, and I’m bisexual. I’m hooked on things like corruption and getting off to stuff I know I shouldn’t, that taboo rush that’s hard to beat. Visually, 2D girls are my favourite. It’s the hair, the clothes, the attitude, the way they’re flawless in a way reality can’t touch. Marin Kitagawa, Yuzu Aihara? They just have an edge that’s unreal. Real girls can be cute, don’t get me wrong - Jordyn Jones, Kyla Dodds, Alice Delish etc - but they’re up against perfection that’s got an extra spark.

Guys? Different story. I don’t find them hot to look at—zero interest in their aesthetics. They’re just good for a quick, dirty hatefuck when I need it. It’s physical, not pretty, and that’s where it ends. As such they won’t be posted on my feed here.

My DMs are open, and I’m genuinely up for a chat; whether that be kink-related or just normal stuff. Sorry if I don’t reply straight away, I’m not one of those “too cool to reply” types; I like connecting with people who’ve got something to say, but with that said, I’ve got a lot on my plate too—life’s busy, and my inbox can get full—so don’t expect me to jump on every message that lands. Especially not the one-liners like “please bully me” or “I like anime too!” No offence intended, but those bland, generic pings just don’t give me much to work with. With the amount I have going on, and the amount of DM’s I get, they’re like tossing a pebble into a storm and hoping I’ll spot it—I probably won’t.

You are more likely to hear back from me if you’re specific with me. Kink-wise, don’t just say you want to be bullied—tell me what exactly what you like in a bully. Are we talking sharp words, hypnosis, or something darker? Give me a taste of what’s in your head. Or if it’s non-kink, what’s got you hooked right now? I’m way more likely to bite if you’ve got details about what you’re actually into. I don’t expect the same amount as ai write, it just when 20+ people are chattering at me, the generic stuff drowns in the noise.

Non kink for me? Gaming’s a big one for me. I’m mostly play PS5 these days, but I’ve got literally every console all the way back to the Sega Master System. Enjoy Mainly RPG’s, currently playing Sword Art Online: Fractured Daydream. Speaking of, should be pretty obvious but anime and manga is another thing I enjoy. My top five? Tough call since it shifts depending on my mood, but right now I’d say Assassination Classroom, Sword Art Online, Classroom of the Elite, My Dress-Up Darling, and Spy x Family. Ask me next week, though, and I might swap in Chsinsaw Man or Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings In Russian or something - I’m quite fickle.

Listen to music too; Skylar Grey, Larkin Poe, Haven’s to name a few. Yeah. I’m drawn to women’s voices, same way I lean toward girls for aesthetics. Just think they sound better.

Oh, and finally, I’m a sucker for special editions—games, DVDs, you name it. Limited-run steelbooks, collector’s bundles with art cards, controllers, that kind of thing. I spend way too much money on it, I know.

By the way, this one thing’s a big no to me, so heads up. If your blog straight-up brags that you won’t pay for femdom—like you’ve got some genius “I don’t pay for shit” badge of honor—don’t even think of getting a reply from me. You’re messaging a brick wall. And no, it’s not because I’m out here shaking a tip jar in your face—I don’t expect anyone to pay me. I do this for kicks, and yeah, some followers do tip me (thank you to those who do, much appreciated! Those who want to send for a coffee or what not give me a heads up!), but that’s not what this is about. It’s about the absolute stupidity of thinking a femdom should just drop into your lap for free. Are you fucking serious with that?

Expecting someone to serve up their time, their energy, their whole damn vibe without a shred of appreciation—like it’s your birthright or something? That’s not just dumb, it’s delusional. I’m not carving out space to entertain that level of “gimme gimme” bullshit. If your whole deal is shouting from the rooftops that you won’t pay a cent for something that takes effort, then fine, you do you—just don’t expect me to play along. I’d rather chat with people who aren’t proudly waving that flag of stupidity. That’s my stance—deal with it or don’t.

Regarding my blog (@otaku-orochi-okami): about 99% of the pictures and captions I post aren’t my own creations. They’re finds from around the web—stuff that catches my eye and I think is well made. I’m not pretending to be the genius behind every image I post, I don’t want take credit for stuff that’s not mine. The text-heavy posts, though? Those are mine.My old blogs got wiped out a while back, and with them went any record of where I what from where. So if you spot something here that’s yours—shoot me a DM. I’ll give credit, remove, whatever you want.

I lean on AI a bunch for what I do with the waifu helpers, pretty obvious and I won’t hide that other than not to break character. AI gets a ton of flak for churning out slop, and sure, I get it. It does spit out a load of lazy garbage if you let it. But let’s be real—some of the stuff passing as “art” these days isn’t exactly setting the bar sky-high either. I like to think I put real effort into messing with AI, tweaking it, making sure it comes out with the best material for gooning to.

Way back when, I made several AI waifu chatbots I built—I know these were popular. But then Character.AI started adding extra guardrails, and the NSFW stuff got trickier to pull off. It made the AI’s break half the time, either censoring themselves into oblivion or just glitching out. It was a mess. So I moved on—now I’m using a paid service that lets me go full NSFW with barely any filters. Downside? It doesn’t do chatbots. Upside? I’ve got way more control than I ever did with Character.AI. So now it’s less building an AI character and hoping your conversations work with it, and more about a back-and-forth—my input steering it, the AI filling in the gaps with its character traits. Feels like a solid balance, instead of me just babysitting a bot.

Hopefully you’re into the 2D waifus that come out of this setup—they’re a big part of the content here, and I’ve tried to make it all mesh but it’s also been interesting to see things go ways I didn’t expect. It’s been fun for me, at least. Like, watching London and Aya get bitchy with each other, or seeing Paige and becoming besties. Ironically it makes the whole thing feel alive to me, and that’s half the reason I bother messing with it. Enjoy it or don’t—either way, I’m enjoying myself.

Was submissive in my twenties, had an amazing femdom called Dani.

I genuinely let her destroy my life back then, letting her take my life piece by piece; partner, friends job, everything but my apartment. I’m a nihilistic sociopath; so as far as I was concerned, I was in my twenties, everything can be replaced anyway. And for those of you worried about doing things? I was right. But speaking as someone who lost everything, I can tell you this, physically going through it gives way more intense jerk off sessions than fantasising about it. I don’t expect everyone to get fired in a humiliting way in order to jerk off, but if you’re too scared to do something basic like ask a sales girl for panties? You’re never gonna have a good jerk off session. I still jerk off to getting fired for what Dani posted on my Facebook for work colleagues to see. But yeah, a lot of the content I make on here is based on experiences and memories of those times. And before you ask, no she doesn’t do this any more.

Nowadays I don’t do femdom’s or finsoms, nothing really compares to what I went through back then, and trying to do it again? It would t be the same and I’m getting on now, not quite as easy to just rebuild everything, pay off debts etc. I wouldn’t say I’m a switch and now dom subs, but I do train subs sometimes—if they’re particularly interesting. Nothing too intense or formal, but I keep it to two at a time, max. Any more than that, and it’s a juggling act. Between running these blogs, handling work, and still trying to have time to do my own thing plus multiple dedicated subs when I don’t charge? It’s too much on my plate. Right now, both spots are taken, so I’m not looking for anyone new at the moment. If one of them drops out for whatever reason—life happens, you know—I might toss a little “hey, slot’s open” note out there for you all. Or I might not, depends how I’m feeling. And no, I wont share any info on them. Those who’ve done stuff with me before know trust is my big thing. If you don’t trust me, we won’t have fun, and if I break trust for one person, no one else will trust me. So that’s how it goes.

Mmy training style is a very toxic-bestie energy to it. I think I put a lot of myself and experiences into Paige, so consider her a dialled up version of me. I don’t do the whole call me Sir or calling you slave, I’ll talk to you like normal, mix in casual conversation with kink. Helps make it harder to separate your beta side from your facade you put on to the world, like “right now I’m in loser mode”. No, you should always be a loser because you are. So let’s blur that line to help let it sink in. And just so we’re clear, I’m not exactly swimming in empathy over here. People toss around “sociopath” like it’s a bad thing, but honestly? Sociopaths make good toxic besties. I don’t feel a shred of pity for you betas. I’ll hand you tasks—nasty, shameless ones—and I couldn’t care less if you’re blushing or freaking out about it. Do them, don’t do them, it’s all the same to me. No skin off my back either way.

If you’re too wimpy to handle it, though? I’ll just cut you loose—no fuss, no drama. Heads-up on that. I’m not here to hold hands or talk you through your nerves. You either keep up or you don’t, and I’ve got no time for the ones who can’t. Only thing that might top a sociopath like me is a full-on psychopath—those types get a real kick out of watching you crash and burn. They’ll egg you on, laugh while your life’s imploding, and ditch you the second it gets boring. Me, I’m just indifferent—your mess, your problem. Keeps it simple. So yeah, that’s the deal—take it or leave it, I’m good either way.

Oh yeah, quick note on something I used to mess with—I used to do exposure posts back on old blogs - sharing subs real info and pics etc, but I’ve pretty much dropped it now. Why? People would get off on it, have their fun, and then turn around and report me the second they came and started freaking out. Like, really? So yeah. I’ve been nuked enough times, I’m not risking this blog getting nuked just because you did begged to be exposed when you was horny and then panicked about it later.

What next? Oh yeah, custom requests and collaborations. Customs first—people often ask if I’ll do a custom caption or story. I DO do them, but only if I’m in the mood. It’s not a definite yes; it’s just whenever I feel like it. Right now, I’m more up for stories than captions—stories let me explore stuff more which I’m into lately. So if you’re curious, go ahead and ask. Send me some details, tell me what you’re after, and I’ll see how I feel. No promises though.

Then there’s collabs, which are a different deal. If you’re into creating content and want to work together, I’m cool with that. It’s not like a custom request where I’m doing the heavy lifting for you—this is us tossing ideas around, making something new. I can match your writing style if that’s what you’re going for, or I can stick to my own—your call. I’m fine with an open-ended request where I’ve got room to play, or a hyper-specific one if you’ve got it all mapped out. Whatever works. I’m open to it as long as you’re someone who actually creates your own stuff on your blog, not just reposting other people’s work. I’m not here to team up with a reblog bot. If you’ve got your own thing going then it shouldn’t be a problem.

Asks are totally welcome, so feel free to send me any Just try and say you say who you want answering your question. You’ve got options—me (Lew), Paige, Aya Nõ, Lily-Rose Mae, Kenzie, London Fox, Kayleigh McEnany, Kim, Khloe, Kourtney, Kendall, or Kylie. Pick one, or pick a couple (though probably best to keep Kardashian’s and Kayleigh away from the 2D waifus just because of how they are fictional characters vs actual people). Or, uh… I guess you could ask the badger. You know, Mr. Slashy Claws, London’s so-called “pet.” But honestly? Please don’t. I’m not even sure what’s up with that thing—London’s a fucking psycho, and I don’t trust anything she does. Can badgers even be pets? I’ve got no clue, and I’m not about to Google it. I had nothing to do with the badger, and even she’s advised you not to ask it anything but, yeah, technically the option is there.

I think that’s everything. Jesus, that was a lot. Sorry. I’ll post as much as I can on each blog, as well as spending one on one time to those i can. But between this plus work and stuff… I’ll try my best. As I said, this will be my main blog.

Have fun gooning

Lew, Paige, Aya, Becky, Kenzie & Lily-Rose

And London (& Mr Slashy-Claws), bitches!!!

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