friends that seek to rend her sternocleidomastoid are friends worth keeping

burnished wax over indigo black, split hair against morning. you let the saliva fall slowly, in a thin stream. it tastes like ash, like bone ash, and old tar. you feel your throat open and the snot comes.

a smear of offal and bright indigo against the sand

please don't put in the newspaper that i got horny

How can one live up to the promise of the perfect sacrificial victim, one who accepts what you do and loves you for it? What a gift to be allowed to partake. What a burden. - An Instrument of Divine Becoming 1,653 words archiveofourown.org/works/84785421

meat is a type of emotion

a husk can be a beautiful thing if it learns what it is for

if you tried to hook up a two-way psychic and sensory link between me and my mech, it wouldn't even do anything to me. but it would make my mech really fucking horny

need to bleed: hot pursuit yeah that's the one

why did you transition, right answers only. as soon as I knew it was possible, that it was for me too and not just for others, it was inevitable. I had no choice in the matter from that moment on it was the only way to be more than a corpse, to have something to give back to the world

good morning 🌞

disembodied hands my beloved

Facefucking a trans girl and making her hit a joint every time she taps out for air, giving her plenty of time to hack up a lung and catch her breath, caressing her face and stroking her hair all the while

robotgirl who overheats and shuts down every time its girlfriend makes it cum (they have a somno arrangement where its girlfriend keeps fucking it when it's shut down, and it really gets off to reading its crash logs in private and seeing what she did to it later)

edging and crying :)

It's funny cause so many transsexuals that I know are toys

helping your operator stay on task

enough with the emotions i crave meat

slowly coming to terms with the fact that maybe i'm just getting better, and that this past month or so of joy and expression isn't just some kind of fluke and that when i feel sad or hopeless, it doesn't mean that things are going to go back to how they were before

that strange sense of emptiness i felt inside, that made me feel insufficient, and that i had to hide from the world it turns out that that empty space was there for a reason, and on opening it up i found that that void was a space to hold the love of others, and to comfort those whose love i hold

I have known you for over a decade and still every day I learn strange and new things about your mind

why did you transition, right answers only my body wasn't mine until i transitioned. in transition, i was able to choose every single part of my body and decide whether i wanted it. there were some unwanted changes too, but at least i chose them once i get sterilised, all of my body will be mine.

i stare nervously down at my blanketed lap. hands fidgeting and trying to find purpose as i wait. unable to look at You or meet Your gaze as you inspect Me. years. years and years and years spent working towards this moment. taking and reforging and rebuilding parts of me to present Myself to You.

Cis men don't know what dominance is without a dick involved.

why did you transition, right answers only. as soon as I knew it was possible, that it was for me too and not just for others, it was inevitable. I had no choice in the matter from that moment on it was the only way to be more than a corpse, to have something to give back to the world

need to bleed

what if i was a nun and u were a vampire and u came to the abbey one night feigning need for shelter and i let you in wanting only to help and as you drained me past hope of recovery and the animal fear of the end kicked in, you gave me the choice between death, or life and eternal damnation, and i-

need to be a nun being mating pressed by a demon and as soon as they cum in me the rosary in my neck starts feeling uncomfortable on my skin but they keep going and going and by the time they're finally finished there's a crucifix shaped burn on my chest

Intimate erogenous feelings: Lip biting. Hair brushing. Stroking the sides, just below the ribcage. Legs interlocked. Cupping the breast at its base. Kissing the pelvis/pubic area just above the thigh.

today is a day for the Ambiguities . . . . .

if you tried to hook up a two-way psychic and sensory link between me and my mech, it wouldn't even do anything to me. but it would make my mech really fucking horny

Teaching your sub how to pray the rosary and every time they make a mistake you smack their thighs with a crop Bonus hard mode: make them do it while edging them

i would like to die with you r hands in my ribs in bloodslick quivering less than times before in the void beneath your shoulder blade, space enough for me

premonition in form of poem, foreshadow of painful fridays

bone-light is hanging scratched and sickly in looming void above - see it

hospital not so nice when your tummy hurts bad diclofenac yay

you've missed me these past few weeks. make your return known. you cannot help it. reclamation time; sinking back below again familiar choke

it twitches nonetheless. but the words make it fear the flutters and tremors - makes them come on stronger it wants to be loved, perfect, still, eternal; that's where the sex is hiding. in failure.

smooth and slender stakes driven through flesh and into table restricted yet supported trapped yet protected admired yet untouched take care not to struggle, the only danger to you here is yourself be still and be forever

wings pinned back, spread wide. keep tense, my angel, lest the pins tear through your flesh

moonslick light falling wet on furtive flesh of prey; eyes glinting, blood black

covetous grasping seizes hold, & pulls; heart rent roughly asunder

arils scattering; heartsblood, like a warm spring rain, claims me as its own

New video essay is about the "transphobia debuff" that happens when someone calls you a slur during a game. Real fun watch, promise. youtu.be/KRyPYC-C02I

everyone's always like "oh what if your mental feedback was wired up to your mech so that landing shots and fighting gave you sexual pleasure" but that's just how landing a pile bunker in ac6 feels by default they don't even need to hook your mech up to your dick for that

armored core 6 pile bunker i love you so much i would die for you