I like telling stories

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)

The Monster of Sentan

The Witch’s Cat

Raise Both Children

Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)

Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)

My Arch Nemesis Cynthia

Pirates and Mermaid

Eindred and the Witch

The Demon King

The Cornerwitch

Grandmother Beetroot

Apocalypse Daycare Worker

Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon

New Year Saga

A Story About Changelings

Ranger in the King’s Forest

The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit

24. The Queen with Three Cursed Children

25. Tiny Dragon with one coin hoard

26. Haunted house

27. Shark hero was about to go rogue

28. Grandma lives in the woods comic

29. A Different Aftermath comic

30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)

31. It’s A Date comic

32. Supervillian kidnaps rival’s kid and they want to stay

33. Narrative Town

34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic

35. Robot Apocalypse

36. The Statues That Do Not Weather

37. Kushiel

38. Tooth Fairy

39. Alien abduction

40. Felonious wish-granting

41. When humans met actual space orcs

Don't get me wrong, I'm relatively fine with my dick, not too much dysphoria coming from down there.

But man do I wish I had a pussy sometimes. Boners and bulges are hot, sure, but the idea of getting horny and just making an absolute mess in my panties is even hotter.

You still have that affect with dicks, but it's just severely lessened. A dick can stain some panties, a pussy can absolutely ruin them, especially if you're grinding against them.

fuck. yes. grinding is amazing. the fact that i can just up and fuck a pillow and it WORKS now is phenomenal.

i have seven dedicated grinding corners in my house. i have friends who are now trained that they can just grab my bits whenever they want, and they do, and they shove the heels of their palms into my little hole and my roboclit, and ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk that is top 3 sexual experiences for me.

i bought a thirty pack of cotton whites specifically for ruining. im down to six. my orgasms were never, ever even close to this intense with my junk, and i wasn't a small cock, i had 7 inches of meat.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I don't want for fellow victims/survivors to feel like I'm saying it would be wrong to feel the way this person does. In fact, I don't know how I'll feel when my abusers die, but I do know that I won't be grieving.

However, I think it's different when complete outsiders confide in you about their homicidal or retribution fantasies that are, at the end of the day, about your abuse. I just don't think it comes across as supportive as others might think, because they are so focused on their retribution and anger that they often fail to consider you. I'm talking in generalities, of course, but it's something I've observed and have been told about my abusers. Would I care if something bad happened to them in general? Nope. I'm sorry, but I'm getting out the world's smallest violin (even if that's vindictive). Do I want to be told after talking about my abuse that they want my abusers killed violently? Also no. My abuse has often not been treated as mine. It's often been seen as this... communal effort where everyone is entitled to it.

She literally maimed me in a way that I can only recover from because I am trans. That is a magnitude of evil, and I had to experience it firsthand, waking up with my genitals absolutely destroyed by fuckin kitchen ware.

And like... She's now in prison. Because the state pressed charges, not me. I wasn't even made to testify because she confessed. Barring other circumstances, she will be there for twenty six years. That's a year's more time than her current life has had.

I don't hope anything happens to her in there. I hope she finds peace with whatever made her do that to me, I hope she gets out and her family forgives her and helps her. I hope she'll apologize for her actions someday (way way way off but I do consider it).

Still she moves our oceans, sometimes gently, sometimes in rage and release of pain only to cause more, whether intended or not.

The Moon is us, so very dearly so, and we are Her.

The Sun is something else entirely. And yet, she is neither anger nor bliss. The Sun is a thing at which we may only guess and assume. A blessed nature to both give life in vibrant and altruistic ways as well as viciously upend it in arcane and poisonous ways. The Sun is not us, but it remains curious, tempting, and gracious to a point.

Chronic clumsiness: Tripping, stumbling, and knocking things over with comedic regularity.

Absurdly bad luck: Experiencing a series of comically unfortunate events.

Exaggerated laziness: Finding increasingly creative ways to avoid doing any work.

Uncontrollable laughter: Breaking into fits of giggles at the most inappropriate moments.

Inability to keep a secret: Accidentally blurting out confidential information or gossip.

Extreme forgetfulness: Frequently losing belongings or forgetting important appointments.

Obsessive-compulsive quirks: Engaging in peculiar rituals or behaviors for no apparent reason.

Social awkwardness: Saying and doing the most cringeworthy things in social situations.

Over-the-top dramatics: Reacting melodramatically to even the smallest of inconveniences.

Excessive talkativeness: Rambling on endlessly without realizing they've lost their audience.

Compulsive lying: Fabricating outlandish stories to impress others or get out of trouble.

Food obsession: Constantly eating or talking about food, even in inappropriate contexts.

Nervous tics: Displaying quirky mannerisms or habits when feeling anxious.

Paranoid tendencies: Jumping to wild conclusions and imagining elaborate conspiracy theories.

Uncontrollable curiosity: Snooping around and getting into trouble due to a relentless need to know.

Over-the-top superstitions: Believing in absurd lucky charms or rituals.

Excessive hypochondria: Constantly diagnosing themselves with imaginary illnesses.

Silly phobias: Fearing utterly ridiculous things, like rubber ducks or clowns.

Inability to tell time: Consistently running late or showing up at bizarre hours.

Ridiculous fashion sense: Sporting outrageous outfits or hairstyles that defy all logic.