ive pretty much made a full recovery at this point! hoping to get back into the swing of things soonlike if i can find the inspiration dont lean on your elbows, folks

smut should be at least 60% comedy or horror by volume is all I'm saying. any lower and it gets hit by the lemon/lime tariffs.

finally in the mood to write but using my computer for work and being slightly incautious about some unusual pain has landed me an rsi and now typing hurt. ow.

Friendly Fire for @johdaa.bsky.social , that I really love to do! Its always a pleasure, ur designs are very inspiring!

Off brand of me but Isabel Fall's famously controversial short story "I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter" goes unbelievably hard btw--it's possibly my favorite ever piece of short fiction, now that I've finally read it. You should read it if you haven't.

domme who makes you confess your love and then refuses to reciprocate: "Aww, you didn't think I would say it back, did you? I wouldn't just *lie* to you like that, that'd be wrong! No matter how much you lovebomb me first~ I only fall in love with dumb, obedient things: nothing like you, right?"

corruption arcs featuring multiple unaffiliated parties who all want to see the same person Fall: evil therapist telling a girl to stay roommates with her ex who's been branwashing her symbiote urging its host to have a little fun with that villainess (where's the harm?) much to consider

i was getting ready for bed and thinking "ok, i can jerk off, but i gotta voice train first. heh, it's kinda like a reward for-" and then bolted straight upright like Archimedes in his bathtub

goblin girl morpheus: do you think that's cum you're drinking?

oh my god jane is so smart. she's so smart and so good at writing truly horrible no-good toxic yuri (porn flavored). seriously, this story rips: incredibly incredibly mean but so fun and hot that it manages to be sexier than it is upsetting anyways. go read! it's free on ao3

girl with talent x girl who works hard to make up the difference, my beloved... "What's the matter, loser? I thought you've been practicing. Don't tell me this is the best you can do after all those months of hard work~ I thought you were supposed to be my *rival*. Oh well, looks like I win again~"

"no, dumbass, the curse just makes you HEAR mean words (you stupid bitch) no one is saying anything rude to you. so just shut the fuck up and get the bag, won't you?"

Infinitely jealous of writers who can just sit down and turn it on at will. Meanwhile I'm just pumped full of prescription amphetamines and mentally gliding off an open google doc like glacis armour

silly underleveled dummy overjoyed to have been scouted by a high level party she's not nearly qualified for, then briefly disappointed to find out they just want her to try on all the equipment they loot to check for curses, and then too weak and horny to care on account of the bimbofication curse

[image of extremely polished but generic-looking anime girl eroslop] 2006, oil on canvas

creepy erotica vs wet erotica

do you think nudists ever like. put clothes on, as a sex thing?

Now remember dear, this is just the *placebo* pocketwatch. Unlike my other pocketwatch, this one doesn't have *any* magical or hypnotic properties, it's just a timepiece at the end of a chain. It has no power over you, which is why it's completely safe to stare at it while it swings back and forth~

That little thing on the ground there? The glowing, pink sigil thrumming unmistakably with magical energy? It's um. A protective sigil! Yeah, um, totally. Sometimes my sisters get a little handsy with guests, you know? So I had it installed. Just step onto it for a sec and you'll be wayyy safer~

Night Out

look all i'm saying is you can tell someone to count down from 200 and they'll have no memory of anything after 160, if you set up a pair of metronomes playing a funky polyrhythm and ask them to count beats from one of them while their eyes are open and the other while their eyes are closed...

hypnotic polyrhythm send tweet

"Back already?" Her eyebrow is arched in mock-surprise, a smile plays at her full, red lips. "More wine? Of course, dear. I've got a bucketful you can bring back with you, just as soon as you take care of ONE little thing for me. You don't mind, do you? It's just so lonely out here, all on my own~"

Evolution is the wrong word for what demons do. That word implies a kind of linearity that just doesn't fit: try, fail, adapt, improve. A demon simply is. Of all the things it could have been, a demon is the one most suited to hunt its prey. And that, sweetness, is why you never stood a chance~

Naiad who sits waiting in the only oasis for miles. Not a siren, whose rocky home harbors only danger, but the guardian of what might truly be a wanderer's only hope. She welcomes you warmly and allows you to drink freely of her spring: whatever she does next is surely better than the alternative.

Girl with godlike reality-warping abilities made prisoner to her own power as a woman with nothing but a pocket watch and a pretty voice alters her perception *just* enough to direct her own powers inwards, causing her to become truly, irresistibly, permanently bound to the will of her new goddess.

It's a shame "porn addiction" isn't real, since it's just a conservative talking point drenched in a whole lot of catholic guilt, considering girls who literally can't help but spiral deeper into depravity are really hot. And so is catholic guilt. We should make it real, for fun.

more girls should fantasize about being taken advantage of, i think. just in general. on principal.

The 90s were a weird time for epic fantasy writers.

[Melancholy Idea Incoming] Boy grows up being told stories about a mystical land called Aldar, where his father was once the Champion after being pulled through a portal. He returned, started a family. And one day, his son would get to see that world. Only his son...isn't a son at all.

girl who is a weapon.

There is a truth written into the fabric of the universe itself, from the vibrations of the smallest particle to the burning core of every star: humans are meant to be subjugated. If you could do the math yourself, you'd understand. It doesn't matter, you will soon enough, we'll make sure of that.

You'd only said what the whole party knew: she was an awful wizard who spent too much time jerking off instead of practicing her craft. But she was still a wizard. You were now keenly aware of this as you dangled helplessly in the air and she advanced on you, lewd expression plastered on her face.

Dungeon Slime who figures out that adventurers are much nicer to her if she's shaped a certain way...and if certain parts of her are, y'know, bigger. Rounder, let's say. Barely contained by the laws of physics, in some fashion.

hunter maddon and lady maria >:D

Tutorial imp taking advantage of her status by telling new adventurers *all* about how normal attacks won't work on monsters, so they have to use *sex* attacks. "Yeah, mhmm, go ahead and touch, just like that. It's important to get your pretty cock nice and leaky, or you won't stand a chance~"

Mind control? How silly! The nanites in this injection simply stimulate reward centers in your brain on command. What occurs after is simple operant conditioning: nothing harmful or unethical. This is only necessary because you proved you couldn't behave yourself, dear. Really, it's your own fault~

Girls can do a little ritual. Ladies can summon a bit of evil. Women 👏Can👏Have👏A👏Lil👏Chat👏With👏The👏Things👏At👏The👏Edge👏Of👏Death

Goblin Immortan Joe chasing after her escaped harem of extremely well-endowed fembois.

I'm like if Immortan Joe's monologue at the start of Mad Max: Fury Road was about cum.

Tactics game general, upset with his Powerful Knight's current performance, changes their class to Dancer.

To the uninitiated, a cotton dryad seems little more than an immobile sheepgirl: soft and lazy. But a sheepgirls' wool only goes so deep. A cotton dryad's body is soft, downy bliss all the way through and, if you're incautious, it's easy to be swallowed whole and lose a whole afternoon drifting.

it's really fucked up how easy it is to be--no, how hard it is NOT to be--extremely creatively productive when i have even a few days off work. a five day weekend is enough for me to go insane if i don't make something, but i only have enough vacation time to do that once per year. pain.

Poison? You're awfully funny, miss. Why would I try to poison you by slathering my own lips in giggly aphrodisiacs? No. That sweet, arousing, *weak* feeling you're describing is normal. It's normal to feel that way when you kiss a pretty girl! So, want another? You do, don't you?~ ♡

girl idea: awkward shy loser who is literally so cooked that she'll just reflexively mumble "thank you" to literally anything if it's delivered in a sugary tone of voice.

Evil woman with bags under her eyes (they're where she stores her ill intent)

Conga line of imps lined up to harass the same adventurer. "What's that, I'm your *fifth* random encounter since leaving town? Gosh, that's like, super unlucky for you! It must get exhausting being such total drainbait. Tell you what, I'll leave you alone if you just give me one little level~"

Corrupted magical girl who instead of the whole "dark magical girl" aesthetic is as peppy and committed to love & friendship as before its just shes realized the best way to protect everyone's happiness is to turn them into smiling brainwashed thralls incapable of thinking of doing bad things ^_^

Ithink the second pair of girls can also do some feet slobbering. If theyd like to. It would be ok

i'm always complaining that everyone's a puppygirl these days. "catgirls are an endangered species!" i'll say, then turn around and puppy another girl. look. holding a little plastic toy that makes a clicky sound with the power to break a girl's mind is a normal thing to want. i am a normal girl.