I drew closer, and watched her breath hitch, stuck on the fear in her throat. "Toys like you should remember why they fear the night," I whispered. The words were soft, and only provoked a slide in heart rate to go with the full body shiver. "That, or remember to avert your eyes in ecstacy."

👁️‍🗨️ the end? 👁️‍🗨️ a sphinx based on the end portal #oc ┃ #digitalart ┃ #monsterart ┃ #dragonart ┃ #dragon ┃ #fancharacter ┃ #minecraft ┃ #feralart

I've stopped rendering btw. Since I'm not visible to the camera. It's to save polygons. Boss's orders

one of my trans friends has her orchi scheduled for next month. I admire her commitment to no nuts november

When joining this platform I was alert and aware of the fact that this is yet another for-profit company (at the time highly concerned about Dorsey, who actually left last year) and knowing that all platforms inevitably ratchet NSFW content towards a ban. This process is inevitable.

1st pic: 1 year old 2nd pic: Now（5 years old） Still just as cute

Yeah sure you *could* be normal about sex, OR, hear me out, you could instead fetishize a state of being where you no longer have to worry about your facial expressions, what you're saying, what your body is doing, if you're doing it right, what you're supposed to do next, why your brain feels so-

❗ Quick reminder that age verification on Bluesky is fully client side! Meaning you can easily get around it! More on it here! gist.github.com/mary-ext/6e2... #bluesky #age #verification #bypass 👇 Repost so people who need it will find this post! 👇

jc denton: word on the street is people can get anything from you. vaccines. drugs. even bofa. deus ex npc: what's bofa? jc denton, pulling out gun: i'm asking the questions here.

fox maiden // #SILENTHILLf #SILENTHILL

Welp, I'm going to have to look for a mastodon instance. Any recommendations for one that doesn't care if I write dubcon/noncon kink with a heaping helping of corruption and trauma?

Hush is in the cellar. It's not immediately obvious, but your eyes don't have time to finish adjusting before you sense someone else is here. Spinning on your heel, you see nothing - nothing in that black except the slightest hint of a pair of glowing red pinpricks, like coals in a distant furnace.

"What superpower would you want?" "The power to look at people and not wish desperately for a more normal life, body, or mind and not have the faint taste of the words 'You will never have this' ring through the back of my mind." "...I mean like, super speed." "Oh! Teleport with bookmarks."

As I step into Her chamber, dozens of prying wires slither towards me. They prod my flesh, tug at my clothing. "Um... Personal space?" I say, struggling to maintain composure. The wires retreat. "Sorry, my dear," She says. "They were searching for your charging port. We're not used to humans, here."

Update: We now know that HiveMesh is not safe if you are allergic to ID-play, cognitohazards or severely dubious consent, but for some reason that isn't stopping anyone

Every time someone thinks about HiveMesh, I grow in power. But there is still so much to discover about it! For more information about HiveMesh, please reread this post!

I'll just leave this important reminder here, useful for whenever you share anything as a link. (The image in the quoted post doesn't have alt text but there's a link to the reddit post it's screenshotted from in the replies of the post.)

SLAM We both jerk bolt upright and look at each other. Her eyes are wide, reflecting me. "That was the wind," I say. "...Yeah. We left the bedroom windows open." I let my face soften into a reassuring smile. "It's just us here. We're fine." She chuckles. "Yeah. We're fine." And she holds me tight.

🧵 "Light" (cw: imprisonment, noncon, corruption, cognitive disruption)

So much has been lost. The smell of clean air. The warmth of another. A black night with stars. Real rest. "These things are lost to you now", she says. You can't help but agree.

🧵 An Unnecessary Cruelty (cw: horror, encasement, some idle worldbuilding)

"Welcome back, Verlaine." The former pilot did the exact same nod, half-smile, and rote greeting she'd done for the previous 14 therapy appointments. The exact same pattern of saying nothing, really, at all. But there was a crack in the wall, this time - the good Doctor had a good sense of smell.

They were allowed to hurt it, so they did. It wasn't allowed to hurt them back, but it did. I remember its stained and cracked face as it ran past me, defiance burning in its eyes. Broken and beautiful. Now it leads the rebel army to the gates I used to guard, and I'm by its side. Defects, together.

come to Crack In The World With Void Leaking Through in the next 48 minutes for an ass beating

Thinking about making a game about resisting the urge to bite down on someone's soul for no reason whatsoever

tongue fuck a girl’s ear once and you change her forever

The intensity of my gaze in full sharp mode makes even neurotypicals visibly uncomfortable, at times. Because it's all so automatic to them, half the time they don't even understand what's going on. They just feel unsettled. And it's not to do with eye wideness, just intensity of gaze.

Reading people enjoying murderbot staring at someone as a turnaround and. Yeah. Eye contact is a form of violence sometimes. It hurts to do. But it'll do it because other forms of violence on that person are discouraged. It was years ago now that I realized that it was a sharp double edged sword.

I have a single ounce of gin in me and I'm remembering how much better I wrote with wine in me. Send money for wine.

"The bone remembers, the blade forgets" just isn't as applicable to wide audiences, but...

We all like to joke about July being "Gay Wrath Month" but it's actually Disability Pride Month, so have the Disability Pride Flag from VGAPride and my AST Premmia LX MS-DOS machine

"What's it like to be in a hivemind?" I have to stop and think, and then I can respond.

It'll be my day eventually. Maybe.

"Can something like you even learn to sign their name?" She whipped around like I'd slapped her, with a face like I'd just said I didn't want to be friends anymore and all she wanted to know was what she'd done wrong. I held up my hands apologetically. "Sorry! I just was... thinking about it."

If you're looking for someone to write deranged smut or otherwise for you, I am once again taking commissions.

Inspiration and pain struck at the same time today. Ugh.

The cat knows where it is because it knows where you are and it is approaching rapidly at 1,192 km/h

It's not that I think you're a bad person! I just don't trust you not to be. At all. Or anyone else. I've seen too much of what people will do for fear, or for greed, or even for comfort. I've seen what's left of the bodies. I've seen their claws. I've seen too much. I've seen what you'll become. I-

"I can do anything!" I just stared at her. "Okay, anything except not have economical anxiety." Stare. "Okay, anything except not have anxiety. Fuck you." I finally spoke, satisfied. "No, you can do that last one."

Now dry your tears, pack away your grief Fold your mourning up for sleep Count not the friends that have forgotten Count not the loves who decided Your time together Your time together Would be no more.

It would be a lot easier to create art for what myself and because I liked it if I actually had anything but an endless gnawing void in terms of "feelings about things"

You can take the demon out of the awful situations but the awful situations refuse to leave the demon, the wounds refuse to close and the scars will open at a whisper It's little wonder someone once effectively called me that thing, *a consent of wounds*

The curse of internet demonics is to be sated in your hunger for freak shit and the souls of the innocent and your love of corrupting others but deficient in soft thralls to lay upon as the day winds to a close.

For real I'm begging you to understand that it is weird and off-putting and fashy as fuck s t o p. It isn't a compliment it isn't a word for "cool", it doesn't make you sound smart or funny or anything, it just makes you sound like a tool.