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i’m literally carrying you by your scruff into a cosy little cage for good girlthings that’s covered in blankets and pillows and has string lights in the top. also kissing the top of your head. if you even care
and yes. therce treats in there
i feel like some of you are missing the operative “girlthings” in this poast, and i’m letting you know right now you’re on thin fucking ice. the second someone tries to make this poast about men, i start blocking.
Also, now that I'm finally publishing Sparrowpointe, I can finally show off the cover I made for it. I think I'm happier with it than I have been with any other digital painting I've ever done. (No text version is under the keep reading)
Sparrowpointe Chapter 1
There is something rattling my skull. It's the first thing I notice as I start to wake up. My forehead is pressed against something cold and hard, and it is rattling my skull. It's soothing, in a way. My body is being rocked side to side, something is vibrating my entire skull, and the only thing I can hear is the gentle rumble of an engine. My eyes flitter open; it's bright out so that's a bit of a struggle. I'm immediately rewarded with the pleasant sight of pine trees rushing by. I'm in a bus. A big one, a Greyhound, probably. It's mostly empty—some old people near the front, a woman and a sleeping baby in the seat in front of me, one guy muttering to himself three rows back—but yeah, aside from that it's empty. No interesting conversations to eavesdrop on though—well I bet the guy talking to himself has lots of interesting stuff going on, but I can't make out what he's saying from here—so I guess looking out the window it is. A sign flies past outside the window, apparently this bus is northbound on the I-5 and thirty miles outside Olympia, which is good because that's where I'm going. Twelve days of travel to Olympia from... Hm, now that I think of it, I can't remember where I'm coming from. That's bad, I'm pretty sure that I should remember that. Quick, what's my name? What are my parent's names? What's my favorite pizza topping? I don't know, I don't know, and anchovies.
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Hey! I'm doing that whole web novel thing! I'm looking to update weekly, and I hope yall like it.
Fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips while mama teaches you to hump against her cunt
I need a younger girl who calls me mom bouncing on my cock so bad
i don’t understand why people are afraid of aging. the idea that we should all strive to look like we’re 22 forever just ruins my chances of meeting a 45-year old woman who *gets so wet i have to go touch myself*
…grabs my hair and forces me to go down on her while calling her mommy
oh you can also have that weird ship i did between a quokka and an anomalocaris
"I'm being silenced by big academia" yeah well i'm being silenced by big girlfriend. she keeps shoving my face in her tits while i'm infodumping.
stalker turned kidnapper but it’s your estranged elder sister who’s hellbent on getting you out of your shitty childhood home , whether you like it or not.
are you tired of being sold shitty, substandard copper by unconscionably rude merchants? sick of having to hire new messengers because they keep getting killed in enemy territory before they can make it back with your goods? worried that a clay tablet might get erased or damaged before your complaint can get back to that scheming charlatan, Ea Nasir? well have i got the slab of stone for you!
that’s right, currently in the works is a large runestone that will have the entirety of the famous Complaint Tablet to Ea Nasir From Nanni, translated into english, written in elder fuþark runes, and carved into stone, so you can rest easy knowing that future generations will know what bad idea it is to buy copper from that one guy in particular, without the need for someone’s house to burn down in just such a way that the clay tablets get fired into ceramics!
this stone will be for sale, and i will have pricing details nearer to it’s completion, so if you are interested in purchasing it and having me make any customizations to it, such as real copper inlay* shoot me a dm. for updates on this sure to be wondrous project (and there will be many, this is a large text), follow the tag #spoon’s stonework. my stonework commissions are open as well, so if you’d like to buy a custom carved piece of stone, (or one that i’ve already made) and support a trans artist, reach out to me, and i’ll start work on your order as soon as i pawssibly can! and thank y’all fur your inchrest in my art ^w^
Poise
post kindly about angels and all shall be forgiven
push her to the floor and put a foot on her back and pull her wings until you start hearing cracking noises
i refitted my doll with a non-articulating faceplate and now when it wants to bite me it just presses its face into my side and makes these stupid muffled whines
doll caregiver who's too afraid to say no and is completely wrapped around a little princess's finger
her only little bit of resistance is a meek "oh, well, little one, i don't know if-"
which is completely shattered when her fragile attempt at putting her foot down is interrupted by a stompy foot and a "hmph!" at which point she promptly gives a polite "yes, Miss. right away, Miss."
Maeve gets her doctor recommended sisterkisses from V.
All tuckered out
