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Reblog to give a trans woman a delicious Cuban sandwich

fuck voice kinks honestly, cause why am i soaked just because she said something in a certain tone?

temporarily back on my vampire bullshit

its (serve your) maid day

I've got all the competencies except Unholy Flame Slash, but I have Unholy Plasma Slash. Do you think I am ready?

I've been looking into the job market and it seems like the only viable career path nowadays is becoming a demon swordsman.

Admit it. If you were separated into good and evil versions of yourself your evil version would totally make your good version their bitch

temporarily back on my vampire bullshit

she takes studying vampires very seriously

Open me up

Take the scalpel to my sternum

Collect my blood in a cup

Slide it down to my appendix

Split my skin open

Caress my body slowly

Take in my hemoglobin

Reach inside and start pulling

Am I not enough?

Remove my organs individually

I'm your star for snuff

Organize them big to small

They are not necessary

Clean out my insides

I love you mon chéri

With tears I pledge loyalty

You fill my cavity

With gears and ticking

You sate my depravity

And yet I hunger for more

You show I am enough

Through pain and pleasure

You cut my inadequacy - it's slough

A surgical lover mending the broken

You love me for me

You make me greater

You fill me with glee

You own me

You don't want control

You want to see me happy

You want to make me whole

You are succeeding

I was broken

You fixed me

I've awoken

You love me

We love each other

Two broken people

Slowly mending rather

We fix each other

Like two machines doing maintenance

Like two dolls doing repairs

Like two supplicants doing worship

Like two people doing their best

What they don't want you to know about gay sex is that you don't even have to stick anything in a hole. You can have gay sex just grinding on each other's thighs while you give your partner hickies.

This applies to t4t, too.

At this point I need to tape a disclaimer to my forehead that says “if I become close enough friends to u I will have a crush on u at some point” bc I’m just a massive lesbian like that. It’s nothing personal

what nobody tells you about transition is the totality of it. once you dig into gender and start expressing the way you want, you'll start to find the marks of discomfort littered around the rest of your life. you'll notice how you were never living for yourself, just following the guidelines laid out for you.

as soon as you disengage that autopilot, you're on your own. you have to decide what is actually best for you. you have to question every decision you've ever made because they were all made by someone trying to play by the rules, rules whose application will kill you.

in the year-and-change since starting my transition, I have completely changed everything about my presentation, I changed how I talk, how I carry myself, how I interact with people. I changed the company I keep, I moved cities, I abandoned a career path I had been pursuing my entire life. I lost friends, made new ones, started engaging with types of media I had never been interested in before.

there's a life on the other side of transition, and you have to claw it back piece by piece. I will never stop transitioning into who I'm supposed to be because every time I get closer, I realize there's more I still need to change.

Please I need to see muzzled Alecto oh my god, I’m never gonna stop thinking about your tags for her and Harrow

enjoy :3

Based on real life

reminder that if you ever meet a sweet, morally good, chivalrous knight: it's your most sincere obligation to corrupt them. "but my vows," this, "this is against the rules," that. if you haven't completely fucked up their entire code of conduct and destroyed all ability to discern right from wrong without you being the one to tell them by the time you're done with them, then you need to up your game. inside that pretty, rule-following chained dog of a knight is someone yearning to be set free of their self-imposed shackles, and it's your duty to help them get there.

Skyfire and Mint COULD get along, with some help

[Bluesky]

Had a dream last night that i was a knight and this bigger scarier knight had me on the ground and right before he swung his sword at my neck he said smth like "i mourn the loss of life for the tree who will become your coffin" which shouldnt of turned me on like it did but alas

being counter-charmed - or worse, silenced - is a bruise to the ego, certainly, but one may console oneself against the ignominy with the thought that at least this is the work of a fellow student of the mysteries, an equal in the Art.

true humiliation, now--! this comes only in the form of some rough-minded oaf of a woman - a bandit, perhaps, or one of the more contemptible varieties of knight - forcing her foul, calloused fingers into your mouth, and laughing - laughing! - when you bite down!

...

speaking hypothetically, of course.

SHE KNOWS

tamed

tamed

Shit man, this mech war is fucked. I just saw a doll shoulder its rifle and say "reality warp: black hole star" or some similar shit, and every mech around it cratered, radiated a ring of pure energy, and disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto it, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is firing anti-personnel rounds and buckshot. I think I just heard "nanomachines: skewer" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

vampire mistress who keeps her mansion dark but for the dim fireplace by which she resides. keeps the rooms cold but for the blankets at her feet and the sheets under which she falsely slumbers. keeps the corridors winding into new and bewildering routes, that lead you nowhere but back to her. who keeps her cabinets and door handles just a little room high to comfortably reach. who collars you with a ringing charm that lets her all her monstrous servants get just close enough that you can see them peering at you hungrily in the darkness. who makes all the furniture just a little too uncomfortable and unwelcoming.

all so curling up at her knees and begging for a soothing hand on your head becomes merely the most natural thing to do. and appears natural to her, so you never even realise every single step of this was planned to leave you the perfect, helpless, needy pet you are.

I adore trans women’s voices. Every single one of them. Doesn’t matter if they’ve trained for years or if they’re just starting, whether their voice is soft and lilting, deep and sultry, or something beautifully in between—I love them all. Maybe it’s instinct, like a subconscious comfort in hearing voices that reflect my own, voices that remind me I’m not alone. That we’re not alone. That our voices—however they sound—carry the weight of something powerful, something real, something ours.

And gods, don’t even get me started on how absolutely intoxicating trans girl voices are when they whimper and whine—or when they drop into something low and breathy, thick with heat and need. That perfect mix of softness and hunger, gasps and moans that send a shiver down my spine, a voice cracking on a desperate plea, a husky growl in my ear as she presses me down, fuck.

I don’t know, I just really love trans girl voices, no matter what. :3 Its why I so desperately love T4T also thanks for indulging me in my ramblings. Have a wonderful, gay little day. I love you. 💖

Is it fair for me to say I adore flirting with other trans girls? Not in a “let’s date” way, but in a “I’m gonna shower you with sweet, filthy compliments until your cheeks burn, and then push just a little further to see you squirm” kinda way. Like, I’m not looking for anything serious, but there’s something so intoxicating about watching a pretty girl get all flustered, shifting under my gaze, biting her lip, getting just a little too warm. I love that moment when teasing turns into something more—when she starts craving the attention, leaning into it, needing it. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll let herself break under it. 😏

The only correct way to talk to transbians:

Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.

Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?

Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.

Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.

Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.

My equivalent of smelling blood in the water is catching a sweet, blushing trans girl getting just a little too flustered when I compliment her. That shaky breath, the way her fingers twitch like she doesn’t know what to do with herself—it’s intoxicating.

I will be hitting on you relentlessly, watching as you squirm under the weight of my words, heat creeping up your neck until you’re hiding your face, barely able to look at me. You smell like a soft, trembling prey animal, and I’d have it no other way. Now, be a good girl and let me make you squirm.

Call me Caesar the way I'm getting penetrated 23 times.

SHE KNOWS