a mess of limbs

i'm really having (huff) some trouble getting used to (huff) these new tails and ears (huff) and horns. i think (huff) it'd be fun to make me (huff) suffer even more by (huff) changing me more via asks. before i (huff) figure out how to revert (huff) all this.

the angel is a magical girl who’s fighter jet materializes around it after the transformation sequence stuff

she’s only having that medical emergency for attention. the emergency is real but her intentions are impure so I shan’t call an ambulance nor uber..!

i'd kill a thousand billion pjackks for one more second of irish american chan

reblog the angel again if you don’t mind.

drinking alcohol actually makes you a puppygirl... this is due to the ethanol doggy inside...

does anyone else think about how brave all their friends are and get really emotional about it

I'm glad everyone is alive rn

lets do this one more time!!! itty bitty bugthing would love some help finding it's betters, if you could pass me around!! <3

Bunny princess thumping before hitting you with the softest and most impotent "hmpfh" ever

wdym where's my halo? you don't need a halo to be an angel, and i clearly am look at my beautiful holy wings.. wdym they're covered in soot and brimstone? you can't say mean things like that to an angel like me! they're literally radiant and pretty??? wdym "what about your cartoonish succubus tail?" that's literally my fucking angel... thing.. it's got a heart on the end ur not working with me here wdym wdym

*flutters my wings indignantly in a way that makes my boobs bounce* ur all just jealous of my angel thing

the emotionally drained girl would just like to kinda sit there

I'm not mourning my teenage years because i falsely believe all girls have a magical adolescence I'm fucking mourning it because i didn't get to be a real person. I'm really fucking glad you can talk about how being a teenager wasn't perfect, i didn't exist.