All My Haters Become Egg Layers When I Hit Them With The Oviposition Beam Of Success

catgirl domme is taking me places tbh. exploiting a dog's pathological need for attention to subdue and condition it. condescending praise and a smile that never reaches her eyes. barely concealed contempt for the ancient enemy she's got on a leash. she goes "hmph" a lot. princess kittygirl worship.

HDG is just so... fascinating to me. The fact that every major fic is about trans women so very much speaks to the greater Affini fantasy that isn't just "giant aliens" and "shapeshifting plant women", it's about... fulfillment, and the ability to fucking RELAX

Like. I used to daydream to sleep about what I would do with millions of dollars, an endless supply of money. This fantasy is *better* than that, the idea of a post-scarcity society where there is a group who loves you unconditionally for who you are, regardless of how you present, and wants to nurture you? That deep feeling of being genuinely, genuinely wanted and not a burden for trying to exist in a world that is actively hostile to you?

It's so appealing. So, so appealing. So much so that we would well and truly give up our autonomy in this situation. I would. It's just.. so telling and sad how many trans women would be willing to trade away that biggest scar on their identity - their humanity - to be accepted and loved and helped. That's all it takes. To be given the ability to grow, and to be told we aren't a burden. We'd do anything for that.

i think it's pretty cool that your penis is small.

put her in there

i have a tip jar now! i'll always upload my art for free, but if you feel like supporting me it really helps ! ♡

we’re sending the intrepid dragon slayer to go and fight off the dragon plaguing our stockpiles

METAL SPIKES FOR ROBOT DYKES █

what country has the best milk in the world?

all my haters become egg layers when i hit them with the oviposition beam of success

No more apologizing for being horny on main. No more horny jail. We’re horny prison abolitionists. No gods, no masters! Wait. Okay maybe a few masters. Alright but no bars will hold us! No whips and chains will — fuck, hang on, let me start again.