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@geopsychosexualchatterbox
So are we ready to admit the world is doomed yet <3
No cuz I'm not a little bitch
Love is an observable force, evil is an illness to be cured, light will pour from the sun long after we need it, I have a gun and I swear to GOD I'm not fucking around
robot anatomy (pt 1)
robot anatomy (pt 2)
>It's okay to [ANALYZE] a girl's chest [CASING] in public, trust me. [^_^]
HAPP PRIDE
Yeets More transfem shadow at u
feat. a slight redesign ;D
I’m a trans woman, I was raised Catholic, and I have bpd. I am a guilt generating machine. I frequently run into situations where I feel just as guilty taking the selfless option as I do the selfish option. The second we find a way to convert feelings of guilt into something useful i will finally have my place in society.
I would be the perfect omelas child
Somebody needs to invent a fusion generator that runs on guilt so that warfare becomes dominated by elite transfem mech pilots. This would solve nothing and make war 100x worse
I was thinking more like. A guilt fueled generator that benefits society as a whole. If I knew my guilt power was being used to fuel weapons I would feel guilty about that
strictly speaking it's not domestication if it's not multi-generational, so yes i do need to plan for the next ego death after this one.
it does actually bother me when i see talk about like "domesticating my sub". like no amount of taming and training will turn a wild animal into a domesticated one. you're still wild, even as you need permission to piss, orgasm, or eat; you follow my orders all but immediately; and your table manners are impeccable. there's still a spark of potential disobedience. but, don't worry, the next version of you will be closer.
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artist: 보푸라기 (@/bopuragi8)
underappreciated bit from wtf
painslut puppy
what if the riddler was a girl. has anyone thought of this
maybe the cold and squirming thing from beyond the stars isn't in the mood for tentacle rape this evening. maybe it'd like to bottom for a change. have you considered that
transmasc user fails to comprehend the joke of post about transmisogyny in an extremely condescending way. many such cases
returning to this brilliant post bc ive been getting really into centaurs lately for normal reasons and im really noticing that this is a trend there too. presumably this pervades in many terato spaces but im not extraordinarily active in many of those. anyway it’s already exhausting lol, it really hit me when i saw a random post that was like “centaur gf” and one of the things was “big spoon obviously” and it reallyyyy made me pause and go holdddd on lol. obviously centaurs are pregnant with metaphor but omfg maybe the huge horse girl wants to be cuddled too bitch. it happens with werewolves too and it’s just so obvious. why would a girl with a wolfcock exist if not to breed. why would a girl with a horsecock exist. and like, god, the most frustrating thing abt this is is that i know it probably seems ridiculous from the point of anyone who’s not a trans girl lol.
tl:dr; if you have a tentacle monster gf, or a centaur gf or a werewolf gf, you better be doing crazy shit to her prostate. and hold her. and get her flowers. you all treat any remotely monstrous woman as a phallus and it’s annoying!! come up with something else!
(Source: Sen the donkey)
Sex-negatives, censors and prudes are always saying that kinksters "can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality" and it's always so revealing to me when they say this because it's like no, that's your problem.
I write fiction that has explicitly nonconsensual sexual elements occurring between fictional characters. This is actually fine, because these characters are not real. They do not exist. These events didn't (and in some cases literally couldn't) occur in reality. If a character in my story appears to be experiencing trauma or pain, that is only because I am an evocative writer.
I have no interest in engaging in or being subjected to any of the acts that I depict in these stories in real life. I've been sexual assaulted twice, and that's more than enough for one lifetime.
I also regularly participate in VRChat hunts, which are basically immersive horror LARPs. I engage as both a prey who regularly gets torn to pieces, and as a physical incarnation of the Big Bad Wolf from folklore, who enjoys eating people. It may surprise you to learn that I do not want to eat people in real life.
Ironically, this is part of rape culture. It comes back down to the idea that rapists commit rape because they're perverted degenerates who wait in the bushes to assault people.
But in almost all cases, rape is about power. It is most commonly done by a person the victim knows personally and has some form of societal power over. (For "rapist in the bush" scenario, that power is usually misogyny combined with physical strength).
People who commit rape usually don't have a rape kink, just as I was molested as a child by my mother who wasn't a pedophile from medical perspective - I was just a convenient sexual object after my father died, that she had power over.
The kink puritanism only serves to obscure real origins of sexual violence in our society - ironically by victim blaming, as it's well known that noncon kinks are very common among women from the submissive side - something anyone can plainly see by going into comment sections of any piece of noncon erotica on Rule34 or ArchiveOfOurOwn.
And hell, while men commit around 90% of all rape, rape prevalance among men is still around 10%, two-three times smaller than for women - but that is still one man in ten.
And I don't know if this number includes 'socially acceptable' sexual violence men do to each other, like 'jokingly' exposing one other or shoving genitals into a sleeping persons mouth, or people being sexually tortured by military or law enforcement - I guess as long as the rape isn't done ostensibly for reason of sexual gratification then it's fine, right?
People with power abuse others in traumatizing ways to satisfy their needs and humilate them all the time, but we're told it's uniquely evil when it's ostensibly sexual. I say ostensibly - how many cops get off on beating people up? How many CEOs get off on working their employees half to death? How would we even know?
People are being told that its our fetishes and "perversions" are the reason for the sexual violence we face, rather than fundamentally unequal society.
People in power would rather blame us crafting fantasies forced by living in this unequal society, fantasies about that power unequality, rather than blame the inequality that created these fantasies.
demon princess of heavy artillery riding my ass for contravening the rules of history every time a budding herolet The Raid Redemptions her way through the trenches. like it's my fault my Palm of Innumerable Sorrows orphans nations and turns the wheel of revenge. whatever happened to "each according to their abilities"
i don't care that it isn't your style, [Unyielding Declaration ~ The End of Glory] is a martial technique that lets any soldier crush heroes in line with a materialist understanding of history
not true. my 「Fantasy Blade: Singing Slash of Heroic Glory」 will rend you and all villains alike apart
Last time I visited my gf I "charged" her ten kisses for something, and she straddled me, pulled me in and started making out with me for like 15 seconds before pulling back and saying "one" and I didnt even have time to fully process the implications before she was back in for the second kiss and uh... well I dont remember much of the next 10 minutes other than an overwhelming sense of happiness and my face burning red >/////<
The funniest part is that i was like, counting in my head the whole time. So I got to what I had counted was like, 8 or 9 kisses in that time, so when she pulled back I was thinking "oh, I mustve missed one". And then she said "one" and suddenly I understood my mistake and it was too late to do anything except accept the next kiss 😵💫
(having a good week) that’s right. the goal is to increase my baseline. make the spirals shallower until they spin lazily on the surface of the water, lose their suction. im not trying to fix it all at once, im trying to incrementally improve my way into something tolerable. and once im there maybe i can shoot for good
(having a bad week) and in my terrible forge i will temper the flames of ruin
you can make a case (if you squint) for boethiah, mephala, and azura being somewhat analogous to the three fates of greek mythology
mephala, the spinner: spins each mortal's life-thread with distaff and spindle (or spinnerets; this is mephala). given that mephala is the god of procreation and interconnection, her sphere can be interpreted more broadly as potential; it's she who tweaks the cosmic threads and weaves patterns grand and small
azura, the allotter: measures the length of life-thread allotted to each mortal. it's azura who, from her transient realm of dawn and dusk, solidifies the uncertain and liminal; her prophecies impose structure and meaning on the lives of the chosen
boethiah, the inevitability: cuts the thread of life at life's end. as the god of revolution and transformation, boethiah presides over the soul's final overthrow of the body and subsequent passage from the world of flesh to the world of spirit
all three of them are psychopomps in a way, which makes sense given the velothi's conception of death not as a cessation, but as a crowning transformation that one prepares for all one's life
care and tenderness as violating and coercive acts. being forced into vulnerability for your own good by someone who does not actually see you as a person but as a symbol or a figure too valuable to let die. you have power over so much but not your own body. you have lost the right to risk. everybody cheered
Okay so Victorian erotica is literally the most heinous, morally bankrupt, horrific shit I've ever read - but I've read a fair bit, partly from historical interest but also because a while back I helped a friend with a university project she was doing about censorship and pornography in 19th century England.
Anyway I need to share with you all the most hilarious line that has ever been written, circa 1887:
I feel like this excerpt is significantly enhanced by knowing that the novel in question is a first-person narrative written from the perspective of an inexplicably sapient flea who lives on Bella's body, and that's why the third priest's penis is described in this way: from the narrator's perspective it literally blots out the sky.
me when im a flea
