In Your Regression, You Have Failed To Take Into Account The Possibility Of Being Strapped To A Rocket

Here’s HSTHETE, the 24 hour comic I drew this year!  Thanks to everybody who followed along on twitter this weekend as I posted these pages <3

Ahhh….

hey, dont cry. tgirl jerking off and thrusting her hips and moaning and curling her toes and grabbing at herself and her tits are bouncing also. and when she cums nothing comes out. okay?

the voice of the devil

Totally

one of the coolest things about your home computer is that you can use it to browse the web and read interesting posts from people all across the globe

yeah. this is my main. i have alts if i need to scratch an itch.

really funny to me seeing ppl talk about “horny on main” and whatever bc i have no alts and no sideblogs. my main is the hornyblog. posting sfw on main is the weirder thing for me to do lmao

>:}

i just like when someone is transfem. i rather like it a lot

Y’know, I’ve seen so much farcille fanart that when I ask people about dungeon meshi, I realise I have this utterly warped impression of the show.

cuddles~

A woman sucking on my nipples with my fingers running down her spine is just what the doctor has ordered.

Goddamn it.

tumblr keeps flagging down my accounts because of a little butch strap 🤣😭 follow me on here pls and also lmk if you want any strap content 🤷🏼‍♀️

I love a good well-written dream.

In my dream last night I woke up in a massive facility. It was hard to discern the exact culture but it was like if Judaism and Chinese culture smashed into each other. I was told this was a breeding facility to reawaken the famous historical figures of this culture. It was a known fact that they reincarnated every 35 cycles of 36- there was a math formula, I forget. They reincarnated regularly.

They believed I was their figurehead, a woman who led them during times of crisis.

I was taken on a tour. I saw half grown creatures and fetuses in tubes, all experiments to better society. I felt lucky to be walking around. I was shown scenes of elaborate clay dolls dressed and arranged to display historic moments. This is the Betrayer I was told, the other half of my pair who would inevitably betray me. In the scene his cheeks were bright red and he was surrounded by women.

Later I got to meet his incarnation, a tall lad with a joyous smile and wild dark hair. I was shy but he was gregarious and friendly. We spent time together every day. I loved him, not romantically, but without reservation. One day while out walking together we passed by a huge open room full of musicians. The music reminded me of ATLA but with some odd notes and changes.

I was so enthralled, I stopped to stare. The music was beautiful but the people were busy with recording devices and I didn’t want to interrupt. But my friend grabbed my arm and hauled me in, swinging me in a dance until I stopped caring about being a bother and just danced with him, both of us laughing and delighted. And the musicians were happy too, delighted to please us, their very important people who were still growing up.

Another scene later was waking up in darkness and the head of security being in my room. She led me down the hall and to a secret desk where she pointed at an alphabet arrayed on the desk. She didn’t want a puppet figurehead. She wanted a leader. She began to tutor me in secret to learn the things a leader must know.

Later I remember sitting in a panel of judges looking down at a woman who wore my face. The director was forcing her to abase herself, to grovel and I snarled, wanting to defend her. My friend wrapped his arms around me, holding me close while he whispered in my ear that that’s what the director wanted. The girl was led away sobbing. We never saw her again.

I slowly gathered power to myself, trying not to tip off the head of the facility to my rebellion. But one day I couldn’t find my lovely friend, my other half. Someone trusted whispered “His cheeks are beginning to turn red.”

I began tearing through the facility screaming as he was nowhere to be found until finally I tore open a paper door and there he was at a low table, surrounded by anxiously smiling women plying him with drink.

I shrieked and launched toward him, and he slowly fell backward as I came close. His cheeks were red with poison, he didn’t move again. I raged and wept on his unmoving neck and the director entered.

“He betrayed you,” she informed me.

“You betrayed me,” I countered and rose to rip her apart with my bare hands.

And then I woke up the end.