trained, not domesticated

pushing beyond the leaves, my hands uncover the base. in this moment, i am pulling a stubborn plant from the earth. the roots cling to flesh in a desperation that i simply do not heed. shifting.. readjusting my grip. yanking.. tugging. slowly but surely, i feel its grasp begin to soften. it is inevitable. a wet squelching pop pierces the ears as i ripped her wing right out of her shoulder blade. the angel whimpered, looking up at me, she wore a gracious smile on her lips, but i could see tears welling in her tender eyes. blood carefully painted a dark estuary down the gentle crest of her back. in vulgar strokes, it highlighted where she was weak.

the first time i heard the phrase “i need that like a hole in the head” it didn’t even occur to me that many people don’t live with passive suicidal ideation at all times so i just assumed it was a way of saying that you really really needed something and i have continued to use it that way ever since

you have to love the tgirl but you have to let her love you back too

whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3

playing with their clit during a sloppy makeout session just so you can watch them try and keep up with your mouth >>>

Sometime somewhere future me is playing w her pussy and all I can say is respect sister 🫡

guards, possess that character in a way such that the method and/or effects and/or aftermath of possession are specifically tailored to them as a character to give them the worst time possible

sweatpants and tanktop is the lingerie of the proletariat

character randomly saying "i consent" in the middle of the story with no sexual events in it