God's Hungriest Burger 🌤

24yo tbutch creature monster

[hungryburger]

Catch-and-release program with the local tgirl population. Gently outfitting them with brightly colored plastic cages (they wriggle a lot bc they don't know they won't get hurt) then setting them free again.

Being able to map their flock movement is quite informative, as well is the data that is recorded when vibration or escape attempts set off the cage's sensors. They aren't particularly hard to escape, but I find that it happens surprisingly rarely.

If a girl is recaptured with a research cage, we simply replace it with the next smaller size. There is an average of 2.24 escape attempts in the first week after a size downgrade, but then none ever again, even if the size is again downgraded.

When a girl is recaptured with no cage but was recorded as having escaped one, we recage it with the smallest size, with a reinforced model. The next month sees an average of 5.41 escape attempts, but none successful.

[precious-corpse]

what's so appealing about hoods and masks and such is that. like. you're still completely recognizably human but the part of you that people see most has been obscured partially or completely. you become less and less individually recognizable the more your face is covered. you're not really a specific person anymore, you're sort of the concept of a person. a person-object, like a featureless mannequin. like the semiotic sign of a real person. do you get what i'm saying

[hemipenal-system]

being into the kind of monsterfuckery im into and opening terato tags on this website is exactly the same emotion as being a trans woman and going into a queer space that is almost entirely cis women

[hemipenal-system]

it’s like, you go in there and look around for thirty seconds and have an instinctual reaction of “ok you aren’t really doing anything wrong but it’s very obvious that i’m not the target audience for this and you don’t have anything for me here”

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

I love turning off reblogs

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

giggling and kicking my legs

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

sighing wistfully and touching my photograph

[hungryburger]

teehee

[hungryburger]

Sea dragon who doesn't need to worry about leashes or guard drakes or any of that tedious buisness to stop her princess from getting ideas of escape. She simply abducted a handmaiden that day as well, and then when the princess had woken up, took up the maid in one paw and held her outside the ward.

Now the princess is both educated on the effects of deepsea pressure on the human body, and so very demure and obedient. The dragon is sure she'll start talking again in a week or two. Probably.

[boringkate]

A collar and leash actually signifies that you're an authority figure. You look so strong and regal in your collar. Shorter leashes are more prestigious. The floor is your throne, so get down on it.

[hungryburger]

I'm looking so powerful and domineering leashed to the foot of my throne, you were so right~ 🥰🥰

[hungryburger]

Handler that is promoted perhaps a little too early due to casualties in the command chain. Handler that hasn't had the time to really build up the charisma and presence that is required to command a pack of hounds.

His first engagement is an abject failure, the pack is confused when missing key stimuli from their former owner: what used to earn Peony a delicious minute of vibration in her chest harness now gets her nothing, and her timid yet insistent whines over the line only get her a shock when Handler gets irritated of them.

Chord, the veteran hound who'd been previously trusted with generous operational freedom, is now the main example of Handler's new regime. Her cage had been outfitted with retractable spikes as something of an aesthetic reward, but as the Ace, they had never been used. Until today, when she attempted to break formation to close out on a range-capable bandit. Handler didn't seem to appreciate the insubordination, and with a flick of his hand, Chord's substantial yet vulnerable equipment was prodded harshly with those spikes. (To his credit, Chord was nearly immune to shocks at this point, so there was little else available with which to physically reprimand.)

It was a miracle that all five hounds returned alive and mostly unharmed to their kennel to exchange looks ranging from despair to vitriolic fury. Chord gathers them all into the showers to have a talk. They emerge thoroughly clean and with a plan. Luz finds her tools and sequencer and gets to work in Chord's bunk, while Peony and the others debate a route through the vents to the handler's quarters.

Handler who shows much more willingness to cooperate in the next few engagements which "He" wins handily. He is summoned to several times to dinners and the like to celebrate these victories, always with his Ace hound Chord leashed in tow, but even after Handler's gait returns to normal he still seems to have the tiniest habit of shying away from her. Chord is also "given" quarters with him, and needs only to make a meaningful look between her bracelet and Handler's crotch to get anything she likes. After all, manufacturers of spiked cages are quite upfront that they are not liable for injuries sustained by equipment that has been jailbroken :]

[hungryburger]

The thoughtless and stupid dragon abducts a princess when they get a little lonely/hungry, and if they managed to not eat or break her, use the ransom to stock their hoard. Which means that you obviously have to go out and get more princesses, and now the knights and soldiers that brought the treasure know where you live. Bad Idea.

The cunning dragon invests some of her hoard doing research, picking out princesses that are known to be quiet, mumble something and blush when complimented, and are altogether awkward. Then, when you nab them, you can treat them better than any old duke's second son could, lavishing them with the spoils of your (splendid, naturally) hoard. And then when you fly back in the middle of the night to return the princess (I like to give mine a parting gift of a clutch of eggs to push out in her bedchambers) you'll only have to wait a month or two before you recieve both treasure and princess, delivered straight to your hoard!

How, you ask? Well, if you've researched well, that princess will struggle back her old life, having to go to balls and dance with geriatric or unimpressive suitors, having to be pretty and perfect and quiet. Sure, she's property either way, but she's a bargaining chip to her father but treasure to you. (Besides, she'll be hard pressed to find pleasure better than the natural aphrodisiac of your egg-fluid.)

Almost every time, she shows up in a few fortnights with as much jewels and silks and gold as she could move herself and begs to be let back into your hoard. To be your prize again. Which you will of course accept, at least until you think it's time to drop her off back at the castle to go get you more treasure.

Troubleshooting:

What to do if my princess doesn't come back? This happens every so often. Either she gets married, inherits a title, or is too scared or not resourceful enough to slip the watches of her keepers. I have a friend who is more of the prince-collecting persuasion, and she says she has this problem a lot more, but the solution is the same. Write a letter to the princess informing her that she is expected back, and that should she fail to return, her father/husband/entire kingdom will recieve the unfortunate news that princesses who have laid a clutch of dragon eggs, fertilised or not, will only give then on give birth to half-dragons of your color persuasion. (This is of course possible with a charm, but humans believe it easily enough if you forgot to cast it.)

But I collect princes/ my princess is infertile! (For normal human conception. All princesses and princes can incubate your eggs. Ignore any protests to the contrary.) For princes, this is simple. Simply have a bard or painter take a record of you laying that clutch of eggs in them, and pay a bit extra to have the ballad or painting really milk how much he liked it. Also try to keep the identity of the artist secret from your prince, as he'll likely attempt to track them down once you inform him of the consequences of his continued absence. For infertile princesses, simply arrange to lay fertilised eggs in her when you drop her off. The joy of mothering your clutch will overwhelm her, and she'll show back up in no time, either glassy-eyed with grief (her guardsmen slew the wyrmlings) or red-eyed with sleep deprivation and with one or more of your runts clamped to her udders.

Hope this helps! Feel free to reach me by raven or messenger if you have questions or would like to express gratitude.

Happy hunting,

Kellaine

[polyamorousmood]

One downside to being polyamorous is that it expands your circus tent and notably increases the number of your monkeys

[hemipenal-system]

the crown princess is tentatively willing to get in a political marriage with a dragon. but only because she doesn’t really have to do anything for it, they’re just legally married

[hemipenal-system]

the crown princess would like her dragon wife to stop signing letters to her with “sluttily yours forever” actually

[hungryburger]

The crown princess does not care AT ALL when her dragon wife wobbles back from her trips to the mountains and crash-lands into the carriage house. She also BARELY NOTICES the deep fang marks gouged into her wife's neck and the slick, oily substance that seems to be pooling under her hindquarters as the wyrm sleeps. The way HER WIFE is purring and growling in her slumber while flexing around the clutch of eggs inside her... doesnt bother her at all. In fact the princess could care less. She's going to order some executiouns for the fun of it, really.

[moodymakeshifter]

I haven't really talked about Liminal Chess or, rather, my plans for it, in a minute. So, here's an update:

I developed a set of mechanics and turned the concept into a solo journaling and extraction ttrpg. The system uses playing cards to generate events (which are referred to as Capture Opportunities in-game), and it uses dice to track player stats and settle plays.

The game will be zine-form in the end, and quite short (between 12 and 16 pages). Every page and Capture Opportunity will be fully illustrated. Below, I've attached the first completed prompt page, though the rest are written and formatted already. They just need art, so that's what I've been working on.

I'm focusing intently on aesthetics and atmosphere with this game. The desolation of liminal space. The tricky nature of chess pieces. The innate desire to document and share the weird and uncanny. The fervent impulse to escape and thwart the unknown. All this I examine in Liminal Chess.

Let me know what you think of my designs so far~

If you enjoy the content I post, consider leaving me a TIP. <3

[anincarnationofchaos]

I LOVE POLY PEOPLE.

I love poly people who only have one partner. I love poly people without partners. I love poly people with monogamous partners.

I love poly people who set clear boundaries and make sure their partners feel loved and not cheated on. I love poly people who communicate with their partners and make sure everything they do is consensual. I love once-monogamously aligned poly people who come out to their original partner before getting more than one, rather than cheating on them.

I love nonbinary poly people. I love trans poly people and cis poly people.

I love poly lesbians, poly gay men, poly pan people. Poly people with queerplatonic poly relationships.

I love people new to exploring polycules and poly relationships and so too do I love people who've been in this mess for years.

Older poly people, younger poly people, I love them all.

I love aroacespec poly people. Polyplatonic people polyamorous people polysexual people I love you.

People questioning their legitimacy as a poly person (spoiler: almost always legit!) by goodness I love you.

I love people who have poly as just one point on their wonderfully long resume of queer identities. I love people experimenting with poly identities - testing the waters a little, making sure it's safe. The closest thing to cishets you can get when it comes to poly people? You can bet I love them too.

And so should everyone else.

[64mpg]

“what do you do for fun” well i really like the floor and being on the floor

[roconize]

Today I woke up at 2 AM. Instead of falling back asleep my brain decided to conjure up these images which haunted my mind palace until properly expelled

[ravioliet]

[hungryburger]

We have Scotty Barnes at home.....

[hemipenal-system]

trans girls can get bottom surgery from dragons. there is usually a cost but like holding onto a few eggs is better than going into crippling debt. plus the eggs make your breasts swell and get all leaky and it’s kinda cute

[not-spiders]

here’s to all the weird little girls growing up into even weirder men

[injuries-in-dust]

And to all the weird little boys who grew up into weird women.

[kushblazer666]