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"'Ey, Johnny, I been meanin' ta ask ya, why do we talk like this?"
"Y'know Frankie, I think it might be cuz we're in the cold open for a ninties supernatural drama tv show."
"Oh! Wait… Ain't the fellas in those usually get killed by the monster of the week?"
"I dunno, Frankie, maybe we oughta ask that ominous shadowy figure looming in the corner of the room?"
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yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
did she just win.
I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!
wait wait wait stew goblin wait
get ready for the wedding
one year into the marriage
hey. you have to love your trans brothers of color okay. and your trans sisters of color. and your nonbinary siblings of color. you have to okay. its simply non-optional
((OOC))
(narrows eyes)
You.
It was you who did this to me, I recognize that name...
You're a good voice actor T_T
Curse you for introducing me to plant women
*Absolutely smug, unrepentant grin*
Yeah, that was me 😁 thank you for the compliment my darling. Very glad to have corrupted you 😈 it's all for your own good, after all 😘
And I have some very exciting news - episode 3 of Captured by a Giant Gay Plant has a completed version now. There's still some work yet to be done, but release is very close now 🖤🖤🖤😘
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reblog it, i dare you
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Searching for trans men script advisors
I'm looking for some trans men beta readers for some scripts that I'm working on, as well as some general advisors on producing content for trans men.
I need some guys to tell me what they think of the scripts that I'm working on, and what could be done differently. I also need some guys I can ask questions about the trans man experience in sexual content consumer spaces. Is this thing that I've said affirming or not? Does this way of referring to you make you feel good or gross or neither or both? Etc.
DMs open, I really appreciate any responses!
Hey, morose post at fuck o'clock
If you are in a relationship and things seem amazing and you've never had a fight, for the love of everything DO NOT GET MARRIED. One of you is probably stuffing feelings down or deprioritizing themself to keep things nice and easy, even if you don't think that's true. The first fight breaks a lot of couples. You owe it to yourselves to see if you can hold each other when you come into conflict and not just when things are going well
There's a thrill to vocalizing your submission. Responding in the affirmative to your Owner's words is it's own reward; the little tingle of pleasure at doing as you've been told. The sensation when you verbalize your ownership, however, is the most exciting. Uttering the words "you own me" sends a cascade of sparks down from the back of your head to your calves. It's a full body experience complete with a shiver to cap it off. When it's accompanied by any kind of affirmative from your Owner, it's pure bliss
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The dancing fractals of light reflected off the waves underlit the pair as they continued in silence. A small gust of wind kicked up, and Crystal shivered, crossing her arms across her chest. A weight fell across her shoulders as Xym draped a mantle of flora over her, a pair of vines gently rubbing her back and upper arms. Crystal pursed her lips and cast a sidelong glance at the Affini. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“My apologies.” Xym’s tone told Crystal she was far from contrite. “Do you want me to take it away?”
“Yes, thank you.” The warmth was withdrawn just as another gust hit. Crystal gripped her arms tighter, fighting the cold for a few more steps. She let out a little grumble of irritation. “No, wait, I’ll take it.”
“Sorry, what was that, cutie?”
Xym had definitely heard her, she was absolutely certain. She let out a growl. “I said I want it back, damn you.”
“Well, that’s not very polite. Try again.” Xym was clearly loving this, and it was deeply obnoxious.
“Can you please give me the stupid vine cloak thing back, you insufferable shrub?”
Xym laughed as Crystal seethed. “You’re absolutely adorable when you get prickly, has anyone ever told you that?” A vine sprang out lightning quick to boop her on the nose, retreating well before she could bat it away irritably. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to drop the endearing insult if you want a favor from me.”
“Starsdammit, fine!” Crystal stopped, turning to face Xym, and made a deep, exaggerated bow. “Oh great and powerful Affini, ruler of the universe, would you please deign to allow me the use of your foliage to warm myself?”
“I’d be absolutely delighted, my little gemstone!” Crystal yelped as she was suddenly swept off her feet and into Xym’s waiting vines, and held close against her chest. Vines rubbed her back, arms, and thighs, and she let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure, struggling against the restraints. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Put me -” Crystal had to catch her breath as a vine coiled sensually around her thigh, “down, you wretched rhododendron! This isn’t what I wanted!”
“You’re warmer, aren’t you?” A large hand rested on top of her head, heavy fingers pressing into her scalp. “I don’t see the problem, darling.”
Crystal shivered, no longer from cold, her eyes fluttering under the friction against her crown. “You… you know…” She bit back a moan, “Perfectly well what the problem is, dammit…”
Xym hummed in mock thoughtfulness. “Is the problem that you’re getting pleasure from my touch when you want to stay mad at me, little one?”
“Yessss… I mean, no, dammit!” The Affini’s touch was laying down a blanket of fog over her thoughts, and she tried to shake her head to clear it, but found that Xym’s hand kept her from doing so. “This is… what I’m talking about…” A tendril slithered down the length of her spine, and she arched her back. “You - you can’t just - Ahhhh… F-fuck…”
“I can’t just what, love?”
“F-fuck you…” Crystal’s thoughts were a haze of pleasure, and she desperately scrabbled to cling to her anger as it was pried away from her. “You… leafy… tyrant…”
“Awww, thank you, precious! Flattery will get you nowhere, but feel free to keep doing it.” Xym beamed as Crystal squirmed in her grasp.
I need someone in my life who's as fucked up as me, who wants to gut me as much as I want to gut them. I need someone in my life who's tender and sweet and will care for me and hold me when I'm weak and worn. I need someone who needs to be treated as small and delicate, and loved with the gentlest care. I need a warrior who yearns to claim my body and make it theirs. I need a dog, loyal and obedient. I need a rider, who will train me to be a good mount.
I am a switch. I need it all.
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Hdg definitely prevented me from realizing I'm a ponygirl thanks to the joke about no one knowing what a horse is
I met a girl who wants me to castrate her and I didn't know I needed to do that to someone but now that I do I'm absolutely feral at the thought 🗡️🧶🧶😳
Update: She ghosted me, and that hurt - less than I was going to hurt her of course 🤭
Threats of neglect do not work on me. They make me genuinely hurt and upset. I may fall in line and obey because I don't want you to stop paying attention to me but you've fundamentally broken trust with me if you choose to punish me with neglect. We're no longer having fun, you're just pushing my trauma buttons.
I met a girl who wants me to castrate her and I didn't know I needed to do that to someone but now that I do I'm absolutely feral at the thought 🗡️🧶🧶😳
Be still. show that pretty throat to me, little one.
I promise you, you want me to be gentle. to make this easier for us both.
No. No. Don't struggle. Poor thing. it's already hopeless for you. you won't get away from me now.
open up and drink deep from me. swallow my venom down.
lest you feel every bite. every tear. you won't slip away so easily. your nerves will be on fire at my touch. I won't tolerate your screams. your tongue will be the first thing to be devoured.
swallow. swallow. touch your lips to mine and close your eyes. Soon you won't be able to feel.
Limp and helpless. such a good doll for me.
Now there is no rush. I can take my time. enjoy the taste of you. Touch you like a human lover. Maybe you will be able to forget.
Look how your skin parts for me, blooming with such pretty colors. The more it seperates, the more it welcomes me.
Every bit of you will be cherished.
You'll stay with me as I drain you and peel away every bit.
You have never been more alive than you are right now, as you plead with me for mercy until I tear away the tissue and swallow your senses one by one.
No more sound, no more sight, no more thoughts. Just meat.
Still you writhe.
can you feel my fangs on you still, beloved?
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Confession
Telling the truth is scary. When I trust and love someone deeply, inevitably there comes a conversation where I have to be honest.
I sit down with them, breathing deeply, and begin to speak. I can't look at them.
With shaking hands, I tell them how I want to kidnap them - feel them go limp in my arms as the drugs take hold, watch the confusion and panic as they wake. How I want to use, abuse, and break them, make them beg me first for freedom, then for mercy, then for their very life. How I want to taste their tears as I tell them they will never leave this room alive. How I want to carve into them, gut them, bleed them, devour them. How I want to kiss them and suck their last breath from their lungs.
The silence settles in. My heart thuds painfully. I'm so certain this is too much, that they'll look into my eyes and see a monster, a twisted, horrible creature, and leave me as quickly as they can. I screw up my courage and glance furtively their way.
And, without fail, the little fucking degenerate is gazing at me with starry anime eyes like I just told them I'm taking them on an all-expenses paid trip to the Bahamas. They squeak out some variation of "murder me please?" And I'm left wondering if I'm actually the fucked up one.
She’s backed up against the wall, shuffling backwards on all fours. Her feet shuffle uselessly trying to make distance, panic and instinct overriding rational thought. Stupid thing.
She starts babbling about how “she’ll be good” and how “she didn’t do anything wrong”. As if that’s going to help her. As if my actions are the effect to her cause. As if I ever needed a reason. Stupid thing.
Her eyes flit around the room, her fear-addled mind looking for an escape, a physical way out, a valid excuse to avoid whatever danger her head is telling her she’s in,
and for a second
just a single moment
our eyes
LOCK
It quickly shrinks into itself, animal brain telling it to defend itself, curl into a ball, protect its vitals. I poke and prod and push, only receiving shivers and whimpers. I gently coax at its chin, desire to see its fear painted across its face stronger than any want for the supple flesh of its throat.
And it gives in, but by bit. First, eyes slowly raising to meet just below my gaze, unfocused and wavering. Next, head angling upwards, not enough to break its curved formation, but enough for it to acknowledge the silent order I’m giving it.
I place a hand on its cheek to guide it further, gaze unwavering. For a moment, I consider applying pressure to create a sense of urgency. But before I have enough time to decide, I see its eyes flutter, and feel the weight of its face grow heavier upon my hand.
Its eyes are fully closed. It’s moving slightly against my hand. It—did it just let out a small breath of content?
IS THIS THING NUZZLING ME?!
I’m pushing it down. I’m pushing its face into the ground. It just whined slightly. Unexpected outcome. Confusion. Indignation. Frustration. Anger. Want. Desire. This stupid fucking animal that froze like a deer in headlights from a mere second of eye contact didn’t even think TWICE about taking unintended affection from the source of danger. What a pathetic fool. What a stupid fucking dumbass piece of—
It’s looking at me. My hand is still grasping its hair but it’s looking up at me with a mix of fear and reverence. The feeling of power is near overwhelming.
I yank it up to its knees and kiss as deep as I can.
It sighs happily against my mouth.
