taylor price
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
JVL
todays bird
Janaina Medeiros
shark vs the universe
h
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium
JBB: An Artblog!
sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
$LAYYYTER
Stranger Things
No title available
tannertan36
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
#extradirty
d e v o n
Mike Driver
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Philippines
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from China
@good-houndie-2
I always tell my subjects that I'm going to fracture their psyche before I induct them for the first time.
Everyone is always very enthusiastic hearing that.
Little conditionings, trigger words, reinforcements, alterations to how they see things.
It builds up over time until there's enough of a crack to wedge a crowbar in and begin pulling their mind apart and putting it back together in a way I find more pleasing.
"Do we really have to use live rounds in these exercise?"
"Of course! It teaches the hounds to not be afraid in combat."
"Four of them already tried to catch some voluntarily."
"It is in their nature."
"I would be much more comfortable with it if you didn't grind on the stock doing this..."
A hound is three things, when you strip it from the mech.
Sex toy.
Putty in your hands.
Punching bag.
you have to love the tgirl but you have to let her love you back too
transfem affection and attraction is painted as inherently predatory to a degree that drives us to be constantly on edge. it makes us fucking paranoid. do you know how awful it is to worry if it’s safe to lean your head on your close friend’s shoulder? to be openly desired and even flirted with but never flirt back for fear of being labeled a creep? to be unable to cuddle up with your date because you’re terrified of how they might respond? do you know how much that fucks a person up?
you have to let the tgirl love you back. you have to.
mechsplo server vc came up with the idea of a live action warhound and then started naming actors and we ended up making this and its quite possibly the worst image of all time
I am not sorry for being involved with this creation
8/10
Needs more twinks
...atleast it dodged the Adam Sandler bullet.
...heheh Adam Handler...
Sobbing
Adam Handler.
ive been beaten at my own joke </3
Teasing her by calling her your little hound in a lovely voice just to pull her down on her knees by her leash and place your boot on her thighs.
Then grab her muzzle to force her to look at you and start to praise her because she's just such a good girl for you
Edit: this post blew up so hard oh my god I totally underestimated the power of subby trans girls
I've been left alone with the free will again...
I've had this stupid idea for months and I finally have an excuse to take a little time to put it into the world on this, Make A Terrible Comic Day 2026
With the latest technology, you can now link your robot girlfriend's emotions to any app, even your bank! Surely this won't be useful in exploiting her findom kink at all...
Wiring her up so that the more she pleasures herself sexually, the faster her money drains into your account. Each edge is $10, each orgasm is $50, and stroking also loses money over time. After a night with her, you're a lot richer, and that just makes her hornier.
But the system also works backwards. If $50 makes her orgasm, what would giving $100 do? Or $200? How high is she willing to go, for the best sensations of her life? How much of her money will she sacrifice just for a few seconds of pleasure, in the heat of the moment?
It's not like it matters much; you're in control of her anyway. But still, it's hot as fuck watching her lose so much for your pleasure~
I want to do something new today.
It feels like a good day for something new, doesn't it, hound? Just looking at your eager face when I say that, so full of excitement, I can tell you want it too.
Today, hound, we're going to teach you a lesson. I'm sure you'll agree with the concept.
Handler is always fair.
She always knows what it wants, doesn't she? Even when the hound doesn't.
That's because Handler is always fair.
I'm always looking out for your best interests, aren't I? Even when I get to enjoy something and you don't, that's really what you want, isn't it?
That's because Handler is always fair.
Yes, other people may look at it and see an unbalanced relationship, where one of us gets everything, and the other nothing. But that's what hounds exist to be, they want to be nothing. They're not human.
Because Handler is always fair.
Always.
And anything she tells you, is always fair.
Good hound.
Now go and get me a slice of cake. If you're lucky, I'll let you lick the plate clean. Wouldn't that be fair?
Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow, Handler tomorrow
we get to see our Handler tomorrow!!! we r so excited She is the best to saria!!!!
She needs to go boot shopping., and She wants to get saria a muzzle and a collar and., and., and., we’re just the luckiest thing in the world
Have YOU SEEN this WOMAN?
She FUCKED MY WIFE and TURNED ME INTO A WEAPON!
“KN-204.”
That voice brought Foxglove to her senses. That voice. Her voice. In front of the Vixen stood Her. But, it shouldn’t be possible. She was dead, right? She had been shot. She had been declared dead. Every news source said so, even the official Imperial ones.
“Handler.. Sir, I- I thought..”
“What? That I died? That the fool Engelmann murdered me for improving his ‘daughter’?”
Her voice had that sickly sweet condescending tone. The one She had always used when Foxglove had done something imperfect- when she had failed, or hesitated, or otherwise disappointed Her.
“Yes, Sir.. I-“
Before Foxglove could even process it, Handler had closed the distance between them in two strides and brought a swift backhand across her face. The Vix flinched away, taking a step back involuntarily.
“My apologies, 204, but you need to understand..”
The gloved hand that had just slapped Foxglove moved up to her face, cupping her cheek with a false comfort. Her hand felt different since the last time She actually touched Foxglove. Her touch felt.. Cold. Cold, distant, and sharp, as if many needles were pricking Foxglove’s cheek.
“So long as you and my other Hounds are still alive, I’ll never truly die. Especially so long as you are alive, 204. You were, after all, my personal eyes and ears among my subordinates.”
“..But- I.. I’m- No longer yours, Handler..?”
False sympathy would appear in a smile across Handler’s lips, pity in Her eyes for Her defiant Vixen.
“Of course I can no longer command you, but don’t let yourself forget everything you did under my orders. Every ounce of trust you took advantage of, to ensure things were right.”
“No- Nonono.. I’ve changed, I’m.. I..”
“Really? Can you really change from what you’ve done, my dear? Let’s not forget, you turned in several of your fellow Hounds during our year together - even pulled the trigger on one. And that’s not to begin with the amount of terrorists and rebels you dispatched, given you’re an ace multiple times over, unofficially of course.”
“..I- Please, Handler.. Stop, please..”
“Let me remember.. Of course, there’s 958 - Doodle, as it called itself, and Fist’s foolish Gator alongside it.”
“I didn’t want to.. She.. I.. You- I didn’t have a choice, I..”
“You’re right, you didn’t have a choice. You wouldn’t sacrifice your own life for something useless, something more broken than yourself, correct?”
“That’s- That isn’t what I-“
Another swift slap would cut off Foxglove, any amusement leaving Handler’s face. She would grab the Vixen by its muzzle, forcing it to look at Her.
“Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. You should be proud, 204. You prevented three mutts from defecting, not counting 958, and stopped so many terrorists from seeing another day of opposing this grand Empire. Being a weapon truly is your calling.”
Foxglove would feel herself involuntarily leaning forward, as if her body wanted Her cold, stinging touch again. The only thing she could do was murmur denial, her voice getting shakier and shakier as she could feel tears welling in her eyes.
“Nononono- I.. Please, no.. I’m not a weapon, I.. Handler, I-”
“NO-!”
Foxglove was covered in a cold sweat as she bolted upright, several pillows and a plush shark falling off the crates she had made a makeshift bed on. Her heart was racing, her breathing heavy as she looked around. The sky outside the window was that cold blue that always came before proper daybreak. It was all a dream. Thank the gods, it was all a dream.
oh i’m yours? then microchip me
@foxgirlinyourwalls @naomiiidoll funny, I was just talking to @handlerschis about this yesterday. Think you're both getting chipped 😂
Oh, to have all its doubts and confusions solved by Handler. To be made to feel safe with Her despite its mental turnmoil. To have Her make everything make sense. To stop suffering from its own mind.
It wishes She could do that right now, alas it doesn't have Her right now...
