🕸️ Spencer 🕸️

They/them 19 Just having fun :)

[spiderweb-angel]

Welcome to my side blog :)

[bobdylanyaoi]

biting the hand that feeds me but im also sucking on the fingers a bit

[spiderweb-angel]

What if, hypothetically, you had a cold and it sucked…

[mona-ex-machina]

If you were really my friend you’d do this highly unethical experimental surgery on me

[jingle-knight]

I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.

[amphibianshaped]

apparatus

[venn-shyagram]

The soft spot between my wings

Everyone always talks about how the spot between an angel's wings is an erogenous zone, and while this is true I think it misses out on how much that spot can be a sign of comfort and trust too, especially while you're still in the process of breaking the angel to claim it.

The next time your angel is curled up beside you try placing your palm gently on its back between right between its wings. If it's still breaking and isn't used to touch watch the way it tenses up, vulnerable eyes meeting yours skeptical and anxious, searching your face for signs of malice or other danger. Watch the anxiety and tension slowly fade from it when you start playing your fingers slowly through the soft down feathers. Experiment with how pressing at the base of its wings will make it splay out similar to a cat's claws coming out when you press on the pads of their paw. Listen to the way its breath stutters and catches, the way its breath is shallow but metered to stop it from pressing up into your hands. Feel the way the muscles under your palm relax as your touch fades away into the background. Savour the way it tenses up all over again with a little whine when it breathes too deep, pressing your palm against its back more firmly, moving that touch back to the foreground. Scratch gently into its feathers as it shivers, give it praise for being so trusting, make sure it knows that it's yours now. Tell it again, just to be sure. And absolutely relish when the day comes that you press your hand between its wings and it arches its back up into your touch like a cat. Praise it and hear all of the ways it will sing for you because that is a very happy angel.

You also don't always have to use your hands. If your angel is ever curled up on the ground around your feet you can use a foot to push it onto its tummy and plant the heel of your other foot right between its wings. Angels that are newer to the process of breaking will likely squirm and thrash a little before it calms down, but if you keep your heel pressed firmly between its wings it won't be able to do anything. It will probably whine or huff a little and it will definitely look up at you indignantly. It's critical that you meet its eye and make sure it knows that this is its place and that it is exactly where it belongs. After a few moments it will probably get shy and look away. If you know your angel is okay with this sort of touch you can use your other foot to pull its chin back up, forcing it to make eye contact with you and stopping it from hiding the deepening blush on its face. Press your heel more firmly into its back until it winces just a bit and tell it that it's a good angel and that it's yours before releasing its chin and resting your other foot on top of its head. Feel how warm its cheeks get as it blushes, and listen to the soft whine that it lets out. Move your foot from its face to rest on its halo instead and enjoy all of the sounds that it makes. You might even hear some new ones if you're lucky.

This sort of touch is very important to the angel when you are breaking it. It helps reinforce the bond between you and gives the angel a clear indication that it serves you now. Don't worry about if doing this is cruel or not. I promise that this only makes the angel more comfortable in the long run. A little bit of humiliation and shyness now pays dividends once the angel is truly yours. Trust me that it will all be worth it when you finally sever its old bond with heaven and form the new one to you, the way it absolutely melts under your touch will make up for everything.

[kale-exe]

9pin D-sub collar and ribbon cable leash

[loserforever]

oh you’re yanking my chain? yank harder

[cafandnaps]

It’s always “dance for me, jester” “tell me a joke, jester” “amuse me, jester” and never “please me carnally, jester” this court is a fucking prison

[cianur0]

touching a robot girl's blushing cheeks and it feels like the static coming off an old CRT

[astronomical-bagel]

Third base is when your blood is on my hands

[astronomical-bagel]

Forth base is dying in front of you

[astronomical-bagel]

fifth base is coming back from the dead to die in front of you yet again

[astronomical-bagel]

Sixth base is seeing my shadow in your reflection as a representation how we parallel one another and how you are unable to move on from me despite the harm we caused one another. I may be gone but the memory of me will never die as I haunt you for the rest of your life.

[astronomical-bagel]

I’m going to be honest. First base is ideological disagreement and second base is when I threaten to kill you for the first time

[charl0ttan]

affection is such an incredibly horny word but in a not necessarily sexual and honestly mostly not sexual type of way

[charl0ttan]

its basically like kissing deeply or not kissing and just sorta breathing into each others mouths a lil. its like one of those things

[charl0ttan]

okay so its a little bit horny. its very horny. its very sexual and this is a good thing

[nollimet]

come on, lets give the robot a hand! you can get it as a sticker here!

[valtsv]

kind of love it when someone is given a position of power they don't want and instead of being all reluctantly noble and stepping up to bravely bear the burden they're an immature cunt about it

[valtsv]

i don't mean competently evil. i don't mean they get tragically and sexily corrupted into becoming a suave, sensual dominator. i mean they recognise the illusion of choice and privelege that they've been collared with and regress to crying and throwing fits and sulking and indulging in petty cruelty like an overgrown child in the hope that someone "better" will decide they're unfit to rule and take it all away from them.

[spiderweb-angel]

We are married in Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream. And it’s just that, a dream. I will, never have that. Not with you, certainly. I just, cannot bring myself to believe that someone would ever choose me like that. There will be no house. No garden. No growing old together. To think I even get to grow old is too far. I can’t imagine a world where I live past 30. I can’t imagine a world where I am happy. Wanted.

Do I even love you like that? Can I even love like that?? I had a dream, several months ago now, where you were in love with me. And we were sitting under that tree and you cried. You cried because you thought I didn’t love you and it broke my heart. Because I did.

I loved you.

And we could have that.

But I know better. The rational part of my brain knows that’s not what I want. Or why. I want to live with you. I want to kiss you and stare into your eyes every single day. I want someone to love me, more than anything. I want our relationship to be recognised as something real and important. I want the kind of respect that comes with it. The idea of falling into a traditional romance, getting married, is something I ‘want’ because it makes it real.

I’m tired of being angry all the time. I’m tired of missing you when you’re in the room.

So we’re married in Tomodachi Life. Because that’s the only way I feel like I can have you. And I know it’s selfish. I promise, I’m sorry.

[girlnextvore]

dude im not even horny i am just filled with a inhuman hunger

[girlnextvore]

I swear bro im not horny my nails just crave to cleave flesh