foxbywire

Little miss intox bait CAN handle another drink

i hope im your most killable mutual

im camera shy so my girlfriend probably gets even fewer pictures from me than if i was a long distance lover in like 1915 but that's cute because i like to imagine it fighting in a trench in flanders and pulling out a locket with a single blurry selfie i took two years ago where im wearing a facemask and also half my face is covered in hair and the lighting is shit. and it's the last thing it sees before going over the top and immediately taking machine gun fire to the face

can i at least die in a cuter way in your fantasies

last thing it sees before going over the top and then taking machine gun fire to both legs and then dying slowly and crying out in pain like oww oh god ohh the pain oh god no save me aughhh and the locket is just out of reach and youre reaching out towards it like but you cant touch it. and then getting rescued but dying of gangrene three months later

Clicker trains you but with an empty revolver

i was actually just talking today about how i find sidewinders (and IR homing a-a missiles in general) kinda cute, they're like little puppies that get excited to go on walks even when the word walk isnt said like in a way thats for them they just hear the word walk and get really excited and start barking like, no puppy, you cannot go on a one way trip to The Sun in the Fucking Sky because it's nice and warm mommy just needs you to look over here at this Su-57's exh- no, no, over here. stop looking at that. no i know the chaff is- no. i knowww i know dear you just have to focus okay? can you do that for- oh for fuck's sake i'm switching to guns.

whenever i write domme pov stuff half of it is just her being extremely confused by how unhinged her sub is. sort of a How Did We Get Here type of thought process

DOLLGIRL: And mistress makes sure to treat my joints gently, and provide proper maintenance if they start to come loose or crack. ROBOTGIRL: I see...perhaps our ways are not so different, after all. PLUSHGIRL: they throw me into wals :)

Perfect little soldier. You were made for this, weren't you? You were made to fall in line with the rest of them. You were made to be perfect, to be pristine, to be obedient. You don't have an ounce of identity anymore, how cute. You spent so long fighting this only to give up in the end. Soldiers like you will always find someone to be obedient to.