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Hitting the gym (AC6) (for Make a Terrible Comic Day 2025)

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is the beautiful pig dangerous

powers of the pretty pig

what power does the beautiful pig have

how to survive the beautiful pig

pig snacks favorite

pig weaknesses

pig attacks and weapons

how to avoid the beautiful pig

what happens after we die

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Wow Ghost in the Shell is REALLY good, huh

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it’s fine. in my 30s loads of people will get me

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you bring your mommy GF home for the holidays, and it's a little awkward. neither of you really like that you have to call her your girlfriend while there, but your parents wouldn't understand. If they'd understood you maybe you wouldn't...

...

It's not worth rehashing right now. You go home because you always do. Your relationship with your parents is a bit tense, but it's acceptable. and this is what people do, right? go home? you do it because you're supposed to. because they'd be upset if you didn't. because going is easier then dealing with the fallout...

maybe.

they're pleasant, but interrogative. They can't stop asking questions. details, personal things of your partner that they have no right to know. you try and interfere, but you don't know how to tell them no. you never have. But she's strong. her strength, her will, is part of why you love her. she withstands their barrage with more dignity then you would've. she doesn't seem bothered. they're not the first.

That first night wears on, the alcohol getting everyone through the uneasy tension that seems to linger just out of sight. you feel small. its one thing to deal with them on your own, it's another to be witnessed. it's another to see your little home world through your partners eyes. none of it is quite what you remember anymore.

as the night winds down, the first slip finally happens. it's not you or her, but them. one of them makes a comment, something so casual and offhand that by the time the last word has left their lips they've forgotten the rest. but it lodges in your heart. it slowly creeps through you brain and traps you in a tiny cage. a pattern, a cycle present all your life, a fear you know you can't show because they couldn't understand. because they put it there. you change. you shut down. you keep talking, but there's nothing left in your voice.

they don't see it. they do, but they don't know. it's normal. it's you. it's what they know of you. it's how you react when words are said, and in their eyes it means nothing anymore. She sees it though. suddenly the person she came here with is gone and this weird, timid, joyless shell is babbling on next to her. Her hand on your back roots you again, and you fall quiet as the others talk. She winds the conversation to a close, prompts a goodnight from the room, and gently guides you back to your room.

it's changed. it's not yours anymore. if it ever was. it never really felt like your space, they were always in and out, it was really just the room where you slept. anything that was yours was hidden, tucked in the backs of drawers or shoved under your mattress. privacy was earned through subterfuge. Now that you're gone, that you've been away for years, it's just another space. an office, a den, some quiet space. it's completely different. it's exactly the same. it's just as much yours as it ever was.

she helps you undress and lays you down on the fold-out couch where your bed used to be. you can still hear them outside. the walls were always thin. you learned to cry silently. you still do. you're doing it now. she pulls the blankets over you both and holds onto you tight as you cling to her. you forgot. you forgot that this is what is was like. you knew it was bad, but the nostalgia of childhood is still powerful. you forgot how much it hurt to go home.

her hand glides gently through your hair. it traces little circles on your back and drifts back and forth across your shoulders. the lights are off, the sun is set, the world is dark. it smells like her. you cling to her as your mind begins to float through that abyss. she leans in to you. her breath is hot against your cheek. her voice soft in your ear. her whisper a bare mote above silence.

"I would've raised you better."

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Job interview tip: no matter how true it may be, "because i wanna make enough money to be a sugar mommy to a coterie of live-in NEET tgirl pets" is broadly not accepted as a good answer for "why do you want to work here?"

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Head of engineering: “Look I understand your concerns but I promise you even if Unit-19H was at an uncomfortable temperature we don’t have enough blankets!”

Pilot that hasn’t slept in 52 hours, between sobs while spreading three blankets on top of their mech: “But she’s cold!”

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In light of today's atrocity calling itself a ruling, please reach out if you're overwhelmed. Doesn't have to be to us, but please know you're supported and loved. We're horrified, of course, but think the best thing to do in the moment is be here for each other.

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being in online kink spaces for people who aren't trans is so funny because the vibe is so different everywhere. the vibes i have gotten have very much been

CISHET KINK: ddlg is bad. need a college slut to huff my balls. titfucking mad overrated

CIS LESBIAN KINK: hngggggg women. fuckin hate fujoshis. should i fuck my ex guys? fuckin hate he/it butches. why can't men respect our boundaries? fuckin hate trans women i mean um uh men who fetishize lesbians

TRANS LESBIAN KINK: can you call me yuor dog and stab me a bit please

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My unhinged bottom of the iceberg leftist idea is that self defense isn’t real but it’s okay to hurt people to get what you want anyway

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stop rping with ghatgpt. you should be rping with a bisexual internet woman u have a relationship that constantly straddles the line between platonic and sexual with. tyou're ruining the ecosystem

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AC6 Pilot OC Commission!

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“pillow princesses are just greedy” IS HER GASPING FOR YOU AND SCRATCHING AT YOU AND TAKING YOU LIKE A GODDESS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YOU BASTARD. ILY PILLOW PRINCESSES I WILL DEFEND YOUR HONOUR UNTIL I BREATHE MY LAST

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I bet it stinks in there 😳🫣

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drawing trans puppy girl

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Ranked Competitive Breast Growth is now on Patreon!

@tpwrtrmnky and I have officially sold out!

Our $5 Patrons and up will have early access to our chapters, which we expect to release on a weekly schedule. Chapter 13 is out now, and will be released on ScribbleHub next weekend, on the 21st!

Thank you once again for reading, reblogging, reeling, and revelling in the ridiculousness with us, and we look forward to bringing you the rest of book one over the course of the next few months!