#benotafwaid

[beginngsining]

Greetings! I Am An Angel and I Am Down to Fuck! (@benotafwaid)

Kaia looked at the angel, taking a moment to take in the sight before smiling. "How unusual for an angel to be so forward. Not that I am complaining. Alright, how do you want to do this?" She was more then up for this. Always good to experience new things you know?

[twotiime2]

★ (For 34 Rides!)

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[22tiime2]

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I Do Not Think This Will- The thought is cut off, quite literally, as 34 Rides a Cowboy to Save a Horse’s entire existence is inverted once the marker leaves their ‘skin’. Core values are shifted, obedience obliterated, and carnal knowledge pouring into her mind. Their body changes too, before Simon’s very eyes, bursting into flames as an unholy shrieking sound fills the minds of anyone within a mile’s radius of the event. Through the divine wraith pouring through their halo and concealing their form, Simon can see white charring to black, feathers burning away, eyes dulling to a blind white and closing on all surfaces except their face, where four remain open around the single main one. With a horrible wail of warping metal, something explodes, and the blinding light goes out. When the fire fades, their wings are still present, but gone are the feathers, replaced with great stretches of blackened red skin clinging to bone. The dress is gone as well, leaving massive breasts bare, black nipples hard in the air, save for a single sheet of that diaphanous material hanging between their thighs, blackened and tattered. The halo is a molten, broken mess, embedded in their scalp, sharp and jagged ends clawing at the sky, trailing faint tears in the air itself. The spark of the Divine once contained, is now gone. And their face, just below the unseeing eyes, is no longer a smooth, unbroken plane. It is instead a jagged maw, ripped open, gently drooling at the corners, accompanied by an impossibly long tongue. And 35 Rides a Cowboy to Save a Horse stands before him, gasping great, chest-heaving breaths as they stumble, pointed leg-ends suddenly no longer immune to physics as they stab into the earth below. “FUCK!” screams a ragged voice, ripped from a throat never intended to speak, wracked with bottomless emotional agony and unfathomable physical pain. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!??”

Simon, in his great and lust-ravaged imagination, really thought that this simple magic prompt wouldn't be such a dramatic affair in the slightest. He had hoped it would be a sweeping transformation like in cartoons, sparkles or flames carrying the power of his writing made manifest down 34 Rides's being as they were temporarily rewritten.

What he got was nothing short of a horror show.

The halo's brilliant sundering made the cumdrunk fool cover his eyes against possible shrapnel and searing light, and when he felt it safe to look beyond, 35 Rides had become terrifying in an entirely new way. They stumbled, heaving, screeching, newly revealed voice raw with agony... but Simon's eyes were focused on the way their bare tits swayed, pendulous, during her stumbling, and the rivulets of drool that leaked from her new maw. That tongue was made for fucking.

Despite their distress, pointed in his direction, Simon shuddered with desire and stepped carefully closer.

"God damn..." his tone dripped with lustful awe.