Hello! My name is Halie Sorrow (Pronounced Hay Lee), my pronouns are it / she, I'm 33 years old, I'm a Pansexual leaning lesbian, but very demi with it, and this post is about who I am! While I'm here, if you're a terf, go away <3 If you're a minor you're on thin ice. Just know not everything I post is appropriate for you.
Feel free to flirt with me if you like, but don't expect much! I'm a chronic fumblr and let's be honest, I seize up like a doe in headlights if people are flirty.
I am very much a writer type (My works are below the cut!), and most of my interests and skills relate to that.
That said, feel free to send prompts of any kind into my box, especially for stories of some kind. The weirder and more genderfucky, the better. Asking for some smut is also fine <3
These're my gender graphs. I would love to consolidate them all into one graph, but IDK what program that would be or what that would even begin to look like considering how many variables there are, so, ya know, I did my best. These are not gender graphs that are a "one size fits all", they are mine. If you feel like associating with them feel free, but if you want to know why [Insert gender thing for you] isn't on here, it's because I have no opinion on it, don't know it exists, or don't think it applies to me! I associate with demons a lot (as the graph says) but the type of demon I am is the Acedia Demon, or Noonday Demon. Aka, the demon of depression. Basically, I murdered the host of this body and replaced him. Now I’m making it my own body. I strongly feel like I’m not the original host, but I have access to those memories.
Now for a little bit more about me. CW: my BDSM test, A master list to my different writing projects, some selfies (SFW only), and maybe a few other things.
Be careful, you're looking at my soul.
First one is the new one!
Second one is the old one
that fucking switch awakening, WHEW, goddamn.
"It's funny, a year ago that "Dominant" was at 7%, and switch was sub 20%. Sadist was also at a sub 20%, and voyeur was... sub 40% I think? I've gone through some things, most of which is from one off dates. I want to be clear, though, I'm not a dom! I'm not a top! These things have not changed. My understanding of them has grown a little bit, and my switchiness is debatable. It takes *very* rare moods and people to activate it, and I will tell you now, you being more of a bottom isn't it."
Still mostly true statements, past me. You were so smart. And also a dumbass lmao. STILL NOT A TOP BTW. I've gone from 97% certain to 100%. It ain't happening. :)
Next up, the major projects!
Growing the Hive - Chapter 1 - ChaosMagius - Eclipse Phase [Archive of Our Own]
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Layla is a transgirl space scavenger mechanic, an anarchist from Mars where Hypercorps run everything, and she's just hit a minor jackpot; an empty cargo ship filled with material that can not only earn her a lot of credits, but also reputation. There's just one problem; there's no pilot, there's no destination, and there's nothing to indicate what really happened.
Set in Eclipse Phase (A Transhumanist Sci-fi TTRPG), Hive's Story is a horror, about the scariest parts of being early in transition; not knowing who you are, or who you'll become, and how people abandon you. It's still a work in progress, naturally.
Necromechtic - Chapter 1 - ChaosMagius - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]
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A necromancer witch kills a mech pilot and steals their mech, before raising them to Pilot it for her, since she does not know how to do so. The two of them attempt to save the Witch's girlfriend, A Mech Artificer, who is going to be executed by the Empire for the Witch's crimes of necromancy. The POV character is The Pilot, who has lost most of it's memories, and is completely subservient to The Witch, but has enough personality to wish it weren't.
Be sure to read the content warnings; they're going to be pretty important.
Next up, some minor projects! Some have been dropped, some are still being worked on.
Major Project - Hellsworn Charm
Prologue “Do you always do this?” “Do what?” “Pretend you know everything?” “… You think I pretend that I know everything?” “You always hav
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Charm used to be human... before she died, anyways. She's wound up in another world, and she feels different, but it's difficult to say how exactly! She doesn't remember NOT being a Hellsworn, even in her old life, but there weren't exactly Hellsworn there. She's lost, confused, and worse, she seems to be hated by anyone who isn't a hellsworn as well, and now she's being forced into the slums outside the city! Slums that are roiling with deceit, and love, and a fomenting rebellion that major players in the slums are trying to prevent. But she's not the only one who's been isekai'd; John's still trying to run the rat race; he figures he can start small, just be a mason, try to live a quiet life. He didn't think he was interested in a loud life... but something is wrong. He was doing that in his last life... and died for it! He's alone, surrounded by people who tolerate and use him, but he doesn't know what to think anymore.
Hellsworn Charm is a story about a girl on an upwards trajectory from the bottom and finding a ceiling of oppression, and about a man who is on a downwards trajectory from... well, not the top. Both struggle with their lack of purpose, but where one gets a support network, the other does not, and the two's trajectories are on a collision path. The story is more world-building than plot, and once i realized I didn't really have one, it sputtered out. I won't be moving it to AO3, though. I'm not too proud of this particular work.
Kiani Teshu
I don't know how many people have ever even heard of this game. It's something my best friend and I used to play around with, back before th
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This post goes into what what it is, as well as explains where it's from ^.^
A Light Touch of Cold Steel (6016 words) by ChaosMagius Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Warhammer 40.000: Darktide (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hadron Omega-7-7/Veteran Characters: Original Female Veteran, Original Female Psyker, Hadron Omega-7-7, Original Nonbinary Fanatic, Original Ogryn Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Gore, Nurgle Plague, WH40K Inquisition BS, Robot/Human Relationships, Trans Female Character, Planet Cadia (Warhammer 40.000), Adeptus Mechanicus (Warhammer 40.000), Masturbation Summary: A team of four varlets attempt a dangerous mission of assassination of a plague cultist officer of nurgle. Things go wrong, and Ashley, our Veteran and POV character, takes a little extra heat for it from Hadron.
A small hit of smut at the end of some violence :)
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A trans woman takes a train and sneaks into first class so she can eat for the first time in a little while. Unfortunately, the train conductor has different plans for her.
Now for selfies at the end, because if you got this far, you've been real good for me <3 Here's your reward <3
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Behind my home winds an Arroyo. Elephant Grass, an escapee from the landscaping of some wealthy immigrant upstream, spreads downstream each year. Far from its home range in the foothills of the Himalayas, there is no Monsoon Season to break up the strands, and it does not flower. I wonder if the entire strand is a single organism. Each winter, the frosts kill everything above ground, leaving ten foot tall tinder to split and fray in the sun.
There is a Rapeseed plantation downcountry. They don’t call themselves that: if you ask them, they’d say they are an Agricultural Conglomerate Cultivating Organic Non-GMO Canola Oil. But as I watch the blooms of escaped Rapeseed sprout many miles downwind of any legal claim, I feel compelled to use the antiquated nomenclature.
Off the coast, Spiny Lobster go about their days, their brilliantly colored shells and large antenna distinguishing them from the Lobster I sell at Work. That Lobster grew in waters many hundreds of miles north, on the other side of Canada, in Alaska. Our California Spiny Lobster is worth 3x as much in China, and most of those caught will be shipped there to be consumed. Petroleum will be burned both ways; refrigerators and freezers running all the while. Much of the lobster I defrost does not sell, not for $45/lb, and inevitably will be thrown away, uneaten.
The drywall in my home is mostly Gypsum. They say that there’s a vein of Gypsum in New Mexico big enough to supply the USA with drywall for 1000 years. I do not wonder why that estimate is phrased that way. Never mind that the Gypsum is a relic of an ancient Sea; the bones of a landform, and took tens of thousands of years to form. The walls are excellent. Fire retardant. Rot resistant.
Chocolate Milk, in a plastic half-gallon jug, from the grocery store. A taste and texture of and from my childhood. It is thick: it does not separate, it needs no shakings before serving. In the Philippines and Indonesia, kelp is raised in shallow sea beds, strung along fishing lines and bamboo posts. The weeds are harvested and dried, ground, sifted, washed. It is treated with hot alkali, centrifuged, filtered. The Carrageenan that results will be mixed with chocolate powder from god-knows-where, such that it will remain suspended in the milk long past its expiry date.
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every day i walk into work and my manager says “here is the rule you must enforce” and i go “got it bossman” and i spend a couple days enforcing the rule and then my manager comes up to me and says “why are you enforcing the rule? we changed the rule yesterday and didn’t tell you” and i go “ok bossman new rule it is” and then a customer comes in asking to break the new rule and i say “sorry you can’t it’s the rule” and they say “but you don’t understand the rule doesn’t apply to me” and then my manager comes out and says “they’re right the rule doesn’t apply to them” and i ask why and my manager says “it just doesn’t.” and then the next day we get rid of the rule entirely and no one remembered it existed in the first place.
anyway this sounds like a metaphor for neurodivergence or something but it’s not this is just my fucking life
"if you want me to stop, just say the safe word darling~" as she shoves her dick down my throat, making me unable to say anything as I choke on it
"if you want me to stop, you just need to give me a tap this time~" as she ties my hands above my head
"if you want me stop, just blink three times sweetie" as has me on her lap, my back against her, kissing my neck, and not making eye contact
"if you truly wanted me to stop, you could just use any of the methods i gave you, you silly bunny~" as she fuckes me from behind, hands tied behind my back, And pushing my face into the pillow, muffling all my pleas and cries <3
i didn’t mean to whimper. i mean, we’ve made out so many times and it’s never happened before. but she must have done something differently this time, like pulled my hair more or bitten my lip harder than usual, and it just slips out. she pulls back and i’m horrified, embarrassed, unsure what’s come over me. meanwhile, she has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, her eyes wide with pride. “what was thaaaat?”, she teases. i clear my throat and shake out my shoulders, avoiding her gaze. “nothing,” i mumble as i reach for her again, hoping to resume without any more discussion. but she stops me, tilting my chin back so i’m forced to look into her eyes. she still has that smug look on her face and i can feel myself blushing, my skin getting hot as i fight the urge to look away again. but then she leans down to me, her voice raspy as she commands, “do it again,” and crushes her mouth against mine
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y'know looking like a woman is one thing, but the fact I actually have nerve endings and stuff in there? that's real as hell. that's fucking primo shit. that's what it's all about. makes you feel like the god of your own fuckin universe, I swear. I'd say it was worth every penny but luckily I was born in a country with progressive healthcare policies, fucking score. was it medically necessary to make it so I can cum my brains out? sure why the fuck not. certainly no dysphoria about that. this shit's the closest I'll ever get to bein a cyborg and that's a type of gender euphoria all its own, really. a toast to whatever pervert invented the artificial g-spot, fucking incredible work. next they should invent a way to give me lilac skin and demon horns, then I'll really have it made.
