hi there little lamb. mommy's got a nice comfy little sacrificial altar you can lay on 🥰🥰

time heals all wounds, and never mind the scars stolen glances in a mirror i don't recognize who you are who would i be without you, and who you without me? entirety different, shifting form do you even recognize me? scar tissue heals over, a blissful misery corpse buried within, a distant memory.

time heals all wounds, and never mind the scars

river: "what's the opposite of bigger" gf: "what?" river: "what's the opposite of big.." gf: ".. did you forget the word small?" river: "this dog bed is smaller than mine" gf: "you did forget the word small.." i'm really smart for a dog

don't be fooled. you can pet the vampire's belly with no consequences

i love crunchwrap

i love crunchwrap

i think its great how all us angelgirls have the angel thing mean something slightly different but we all have something wrong with us

< basically it's like puppyplay but I'm serious. It's not play. Im not playing around

< had to explain the puppy thing yesterday. Not a puppygirl. But not a therian

angel hugging nexus forever

starting my new year with another trip to the er

hey me and my plushie saw you from across the bar and thought you looked cute we're gonna take you home and rape you okk

pro tip: call your dom dad/mom instead of daddy/mommy this will only have positive consequences

im over 6 years old

medical hell forever.. why do i have a fever now

this stupid bunny is getting confusion induction dropped by the schizophrenic voices in senua's sacrifice..

"it's like a damage over time debuff to your wallet"

(the gift was dual-purpose. her pet was not very discreet; too many people were going missing. it also makes her more reliant on Her, which both of them seem to like)

vampire wearing a pretty kitty bell collar that makes it Very difficult to hunt because her targets can hear her jingling around while she tries to stalk them in the night. but she dares not remove it because it was a gift from her Lady

shirt that says "I had to drop out of trance to be here"

you should read HIGH-MAINTENANCE SPEED WHORE immediately

religion only makes sense if it's a sex thing

THE SUN GODDESS

i still think of you, sometimes past lives, once intertwined one plus one is one again .. and if you take one away? distance is grasping at stars close, yet so far out of reach i can almost touch you.. hollow now; empty without you.

im gonna go look in the mirror and repeat "my tits are getting bigger" until i see results

apparently this works btw

drawnout syllable lingering deliciously, honey-on-tongue; Mine

Desk to make one feel like a fancy little scholar/noble schoolchild.

are you kidding me. why am i a pervert about rolltop desks..

prestiging your switch partners by cucking them with their dominants until you reach the final ascension and start dating a true dom

nooooo

what did she mean by this..

okay evil idea, what if i made my faerie write a story entirely in trance--

you'd think eventually i'd stop squirming around and whimpering like i've never been touched before but you'd be surprised every time

im sort of like if there was a virgin who has sex

and it’s fun to remind a creature that her dominant is also my abuse pet

there’s really something about to talking to your submissive’s submissive. as if there is some implicit understanding of status between you two

.. oh i *really* am a sadist, huh

god.. referring to people possessively is just.. sososssoooso good.. really really really like doing it, and hearing "my angel" and stuff pretty much always gets me a little uhm.. ehe.. yyah.. blushyy if i feel any affection at all towards you it's just almost always guaranteed to crit me @.@

Hey, don't cry. Bring me her head, okay?

it's a shame that submission is such a good look on me~~ and yet most of you will never receive it..

pouting quietly while being raped because you have to be demure is a really good look for girls.. it doesn't mean you can't fuss about it, you see? you just have to keep it quiet and polite..

"levana's not even a real spaceship she's just a little probe!!" ^ this is a microaggression

so assuming that turning a robot girl off and back on again is the equivalent of your heart stopping, and then being brought back from the brink of death by a defibrillator.. that has to feel so good for the robotgirl, right? to feel yourself breathe your last breath.. to fade away.. and jolt back..

one of my hottest esoteric sex opinions is actually that a defibrillator is a sex object, so yes .. the idea that you die when they *decide* that you get to,, hhh

gghh,,, ttthrustiting yourr tongue in and out of a girls interface ports fforcefuly,,, hhheahaahaaha..

sorry for pouting like a twelve year old when i couldnt find my favorite plushie the thing is im mentally underdeveloped because of a whoooooooole lotta trauma do you still love me

absence over yawning void, in blade geometry, in milkstrings gathered up, clotting, like white flame you blue-tiled, facedown in stitchredness in gilt arms, lingering against daybreak and bitter throats

quatrefoil-pierced, buttressed flesh, skypiercer arcing, reaching in Babel terce breast and hand, carved hulk of warm white, folding painstaking copies, vetted mindflame struck through—