May 21
transfem who decides that if her whole family thinks she’s demonic for taking estrogen she might as well also take the demon hrt and get some cute horns.
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transfem who decides that if her whole family thinks she’s demonic for taking estrogen she might as well also take the demon hrt and get some cute horns.
Did you know that angels can worship each other?
Did you know that demons can taint each other?
Did you know that vampires can drink each other's blood?
Did you know that domestic dolls can serve each other?
Did you know that combat dolls can give each other orders?
Did you know that hounds can hold each other's leashes?
Did you know that witches can handle each other?
Did you know that spiders can wrap each other up?
Did you know that moths can be each others light?
Did you know that dogs can pet each other?
Did you know that gems can polish each other?
Flirting with the Commandant (the player) 😩
Mortals often argue about whether demonic eyes are completely black or colorful glowing eyes with slitted pupils but what they don't realize is that the answer is both. We have glowy eyes with slitted pupils that expand to take over the entire eye when it's too dark or we get excited!
Kinda like a cat, y'know?
There's a line in the Cyberdemon lore entry in Doom TDA about the main villain cutting the tendons in the Cyberdemons' wings to keep them from rebelling against him. This, combined with them having cybernetics and weapons built into/onto them, kinda activates me.
Demonsploitation.
Demon with her horns shaved down for a helmet imbued with sigils of binding and control.
Demon with her wings replaced by jets her handler can deactivate remotely, should she show signs of insubordination.
Demon who thought rebelling against Heaven would mean freedom, only to be enthralled by mortals.
Imagine you gave God himself the finger and willingly abandoned paradise, only for the Archdemoness you serve to hand you off to Her human minions to dronify into cannon fodder.
Where are you?
Her cold hand tilts your head to the side as She leans in towards your neck. You gasp as Her fangs pierce your neck, tasting your lifeblood. She whispers: “How perfect you’ll be~” As you pant She holds a bloody wrist to your mouth, and you feel your life burning away as you taste Her.
You snap out of it.
Where are you?
Your body aches. The parts of your body that She hasn’t replaced with cybernetics feel as if they are being eaten away as Her nanites replace flesh with wire and metal inside you. Her perfect form kneels down in front of you as yet more nanites are pumped into you through your new ports. She speaks to you through the network She’s replacing your brain with: “…Oh, how sweet…” You cry out as you feel your new code force you to look up at Her.
You come to.
Where are you?
Her vines coil around your body, thorns piercing it in places. You stand together in the shallow pool of nectar in the centre of Her flower. You feel woozy as chlorophyll fills your body. When you look down you catch glimpses of green. She delicately cups your face and gives you a warm smile that sends chills down your body. “…You haven’t realised the situation you’re in~” You can’t feel your legs. Tears well in your eyes.
You wake up.
Where are you?
She is holding you flush against Her body. The upper half of it, at least. Her lower half is busy spinning a cocoon of silk around you. She hums a delicate tune as She works. The venom burns inside you. Your arms and legs itch. Spots of chitin are growing on them. It’s a deep, almost iridescent black; just like Hers. “That’s good, then~ It means we get to have even more fun~” You begin to sob.
It’s all too much.
Where are you?
“Haven’t we had so much fun touring through those delightfully colourful little fantasies of yours? Such a beautiful imagination~”
For the first time in who-knows-how-long, you regain awareness.
You’re kneeling within a glowing circle, looking down at your legs. Your skin is crimson. A tail rests curled around your legs. Your tail. “It will serve your new existence so well…” You look up. At Her.
An aura of ruinous divinity. Radiating from a perfect body. All Her attention, smiling down on you.
“My protégé. My plaything. My toy~”
You smile. You weep. You break.
“Hush now, darling, don’t worry. It’s over now~” It’s only beginning.
Just gave this one pink puppygirl I saw earlier a laced treat for horns day. I bet she's having a lot of fun with the effects, mwehehe~