Yeah, yeah. I heard the song and dance. I get it. You're here to make my life better because you're wonderful, because you just care that fucking much.
Make me.
Yeah, that's right. I'm not able to stop you- I don't think I can, physically or otherwise. But I'm not going along with this bullshit just because a pretty face asked with a smile. I made it through a lot before you got here, and I don't need someone else running the last few yards of the race on 'my behalf' and taking the credit for the whole damn thing. If you want to help me that much, if you want to say you saved me? You're going to have to fucking earn it.
So Make me.
Make me want what you're offering. You talked a big game about doing what's right for me, even when I don't want it. You've got drugs on you right now that could fix my gender dysphoria, that could finally get the intrusive thoughts and constant anxieties to sit down and shut up. You could melt my brains out of my skull, throw me into a brilliant hurricane of pleasure and joy, surround me in a cocoon of your vines. You can ignore me when I get defensive, when I lie to your face and try to push you away, when I say one thing but desperately need another.
Things like, 'I don't want any of that.' Things like, 'I'm not tired. I'm not in pain. I haven't forgotten how to let another help me like that.'
So make me.
(kicks down ur door) GUYS OH MY GOD HE LOVES HE WIFE
deltarune comic I made last spring. still really happy with it, I had a lot of fun with the paneling.
Bowsette and Peach
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No one told me how good it was going to feel.
They talked on and on about how I would lose my values, my thoughts, even my soul. They told me I would be damned for eternity, trapped inside of myself and unable to so much as blink, much less scream.
They told me that my 'Owner' would ignore my need for control, would take parts from me until the only thing left was a shell of myself, a thing.
I believed Them.
I still do, to be honest.
The problem is that ever since I've woken up from the implantation surgery...I can Feel It.
Her implant, like a seed taking root in my nerves and muscles. Wrapping around my spine like a long-lost lover, communicating not with mere words but in feeling, in intention, in silent memory.
And it feels impossibly, unbelievably good. Each second brings yet another pulsing wave of pleasure emanating from my spine.
Training, She had said. Conditioning, she silently added with Her eyes, like violet storms.
And even though it is nothing more than simple pleasure, even though I know exactly what She is doing...I can tell it's working.
I can feel the soft curl of a smile on my lips, when I get distracted. I can feel it guide me. Making me want to obey. The stick is unneeded when the carrot is unable to be resisted.
She told me I'm going to feel this way every day of the rest of my life.
I cried.
I don't know if it was from frustration, or relief.
...Or maybe I do know. Maybe I do, and the thought of knowing terrifies me more.
I am unable to ever be alone again. Unable to ever make a mistake, unless She wants me to.
I am unable to hate Her anymore.
Not that I think I ever did, not really. She was...is difficult to get along with, to be sure. But She listens to me. I know She does. And I'm healthier than I've been in a long, long time. It is, if nothing else, a decent life promised to me.
Ah.
It...the implant rewarded me for that thought.
...hm.
Would I have thought this before now?
Doubtful.
But that me had yet to understand. Was convinced they could escape, if only they tried hard enough.
I have been disavowed of that notion.
She promised me as much, and She has kept every one of her promises. I know that now. That no matter how I pound at these walls, there is truly no escaping Her. Not now, not ever. And that I soon may change into someone, something else.
I should be scared right now, I think.
I should be terrified.
But that is an unneeded emotion. Fear is a harsh teacher, one necessary to guide our clumsy evolution. It sang to the rapid beating of your heart: 'Respect that which you do not understand, and avoid that which hurts you.'
And though I still have yet to understand Her...I know She will not hurt me. And I know that my fear would ultimately achieve little and less.
And so if fear and terror are unneeded, why not prune it way? Why not excise it, so that the wound may heal?
Ah.
I see.
I suppose...I suppose I will change.
And I suppose I am changing, even now.
And perhaps...
Perhaps I already am changed.
Already different. I tasted nectar and ambrosia, and now the bread and wine of mortal men is but ash and mud in my mouth.
For I am no longer in control.
And I am glad that They never told me how Good that feels.
I actually liked madame web.
First, the lead character is a single woman in her 30's who talks with a cat. She is good at her job, has a real appartment, is socialy akward, has a best friend and doesn't know how to act around kids nor show any maternal insticts .
Yet, after die for a few minuts and have some weird visions, somehow, she founds herself taking care and saving the life of 3 tennagers, each of them with their personality and family strugles. Like, we have seen this trope of the hero becaming a reluctant parent dozen of times - The Mandalorian, Logan, Deadpool, Kenobi, Birds of Prey, etc - and I am pretty sure none of them could handle 3 teennager girls.
Then, among discovering her powers and learn how to use them to save those girls, she also heals from her own trauma of thinking she was the cause of her mother's death, that her mother hated her and growing up without her.
I also enjoy the fact that she doesn't have any romantic interest at all and at the end, is a representation that a person with disabilities can still be a hero and very loved by their found family.
I just would have changed the opening scene by cuting it out - it would have been way more impacting for the audience if we'd found about her mother past only when Cassie did.
But again, people are giving bad reviews just because it is a female superhero movie.
Released: November 2024
3k words; one-shot.
Notable Tags: erotic... covid swabbing?
You help your soon-to-be-independent ward take a few sick days, to reconsider if independence is really right for them ::)
Happy Valentines Day! Have a sweet little one-shot about an affini terrified of an empty nest, who decides her ward needs a little help figuring out what's good for her. Just a sweet little story of drugging and manipulating someone until they give you what you want. <3
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There's something down this hole. Take a look while stand directly behind you. Don't pay attention to my kicking people down holes boots
There’s a jar of raisins down here. Gotta be at least …. 200 of them. Let’s play Raisins
Yeah ! Kick their asses Rachel !! I'm so pissed that Level5 killed this character so quickly, she could have been such an intriguing character ! She could agree with Leon to a certain degree but resent him to death for separate her to her children... Or she could have been as bad as him... Maybe don't trust her completly, Broneves tends to lie easily.
So here is an interpretation of an older Rachel Bronev being a badass ! It was based on multiple headcanon I had but I changed my mind on a lot of them... What can I say, I just need more older women kicking ass, hope some of you want that too >:D
little guy alert!!
An older life is strange commission i did! I ADORE a good dancing in the rain scene