#gamma-flare

Like no, tall and lanky twink in very revealing sweatpants with an absurd bulge, I'm totally not thinking about you fucking the life out of this fleshlight and wishing it was me.

Hello. I'm Gammaran, and welcome to my local galactic void. You can call me Erys (She/Her). This is my personal place of exploration so you're gonna see some shit. This post is your only warning for the contents of my blog so here's your chance to turn around. Kinks and content will be untagged and may vary WILDLY from post to post. You'll see hard terf-breaking non-con back to back with tender lizardwomen cuddling or maybe a puppy sleeping. An Epilepsy warning is blanket across this blog. Enter at your own risk. Absolutely NO MINORS ALLOWED.

This blog is Actively Hostile to the following:

Terfs, nazis, zionists, queerphobes, racists, and general bigots.

About Me

Age: 29

I'm Transgender (HRT started 8/23/24)

Location: Southeastern US

Relationship Status: 3 Partners

Kobold Therian

Near-universally sapphic with rare exceptions (boysmell OP)

Vers Switch

Pleasure Domme and Pain Slut/Rope Bunny/Hypno Sub

Rusty Pagan needing to start her practice back up

On the side of Drugs in the War On Drugs

Kinks you WON'T find on this blog

Scat, ABDL, Ballbusting (lighter CBT is allowed), Hard Vore, Death, Gore (Blood is encouraged), Parasite/Insectoid Teratophilia

Kinks you WILL find on this blog (assume adjacent kinks are included, this list is NOT all-encompassing, nor is it in order of importance)

Light/Heavy BDSM, Dis/Respecting Consent, Watersports, Heavy Blood Play, Hypnosis/Mind Control/Dronification, Furry/Scalie/Teratophilia, Absorption Vore/Endosoma, Size Difference, Intox Play, Musk/Scent Play, Imbalaced Power Dynamics, Age Regression/Play, Cult/Religious-Themed Kink, Feet, Body Modification, Lactation, Sounding, Latex, and many, many more kinks I couldn't think of at the time of writing.

Asks Policy

Feel free to ask good-faith questions or to thirst with/over me about something. All are welcome in The Void. I can't guarantee I'll get back to every ask, sometimes Brain Bad in myriad ways, but hey, it's there if you want it.

My Tags

#Gamma-Irradiated - Does not fit the above list of forbidden kinks, treat posts with this as a spoiler, block this tag if my blog is already on the edge of what you can handle

#Gamma-Ray - This is for Asks and DM'd questions.

#Gamma-Flare - Original Posts. This might be inconsistent if I'm ripped and just Posting.

I started going to a new trans group local to where I moved, and they had a special event today instead of the usual support group. In the course of this, they had put up balloons as a decoration.

At the end of the night, they were gonna pop them and were walking looking for someone with a knife. They asked me if I had one on me, and I said "the closest I have is my claws" (long natural nails, which I tend to keep sharp, ideally enough to draw blood). They *then* told me they were looking so they could pop the balloons. I'm not sure if I picked up on the organizers body language or had the thought myself, but I suddenly had the idea that I could use those to pop them.

I'm not sure if I subconsciously knew what would happen, but I cautiously went up to one, feeling some vague *something* in the back of my mind as I set my hand on it, and it's like a bomb went off in my head when my nails bit in and it popped.

I turned into a manic animal.

It felt like I was hunting things. It felt like I was sprinting to feed a *hunger*. Despite them being just balloons, I got the most primal euphoria I have EVER felt. Slashing wildly at balloons, running back and forth around the building, maniacally laughing when I found balloons hidden under and around things. Even my stance/pose turned into some sort of creature on a hunt.

I don't think I've ever felt more alive then turning into that creature. I've never had an adrenaline rush like that before.

Even now, laying in bed next to my wife who witnessed it, gently weeping at the resonant sensations, I look at the hand that did it all, and it just *doesn't feel human*.

*I* don't feel human. I see this hand with my long, outstretched, be-clawed fingers, their silhouette against the rising sun leaking through my blinds, and it just brings me such a pure, radiant joy.