Call Me A Communist The Way I Want To Be Publicly Owned.

the night after one of your worse furies, she offers you her teacup.

"go on, take a sip," she entreats. "a maid must protect her lady from threats internal as well, no?" you do not flush, and she merely smiles - but you both know you've been found out.

all you can really do, then, is relish the numbness as it spreads through your lips.

you are the only person who understands my blog. thank you.

also literally fucked a man so hard yesterday that today i found pieces of my bed on the floor

Who else?

what if meijack (mayjack?), like her father, is weak for blondes

also a little farcille:

temporarily back on my vampire bullshit

They stole you from your world when you were but a young girl, and they forged you into a magical weapon that has been feared across the cosmos. Now that the war is over and you’ve won, they send you back to the moment before they captured you. The skills, PTSD, and memories? Those never fade.

angry maintenance

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.

Uh oh, the A.I. on your long haul space mission has analyzed your psyche profile and diagnosed you as "pretty princess". Yeah, it's been adding feminizing horomes to your diet and adding subliminal suggestions to the background ambient noise. Yeah, the physical and mental changes are prefectly normal. I wouldn't worry that pretty head of yours if I were you.