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transfem who thinks that her thighs would look really pretty with some purple bruises on them but ends up tapping out after the first blunt impact because she forgot how low her pain tolerance actually is.

[fayemouse]

You utter fool.

You could have waited until after dinner, after rec time, after first call. But as soon as your shift ends, you’re immediately out on the bleachers.

You wait like an obedient little lackey, wishing you could be more ignorant of how everyone still looked at you from the corners of their eyes.

You still aren’t acting right, acting the same as everyone else. Ever since you got a taste of their touch, you started to hold yourself even more aloof than you already did. Everyone could see that you know your head deserves to be held high.

You sigh as a drip of sweat falls down your forehead and into your eye. There’s no one out here that wants to even acknowledge you. They all know that you’re being played and that you aren’t naive enough to not see it either. It’s so obvious to anyone paying attention. Unfortunately for you, lots of people pay attention to the goings on of your shiftmate.

You have plenty of time to reconsider. The longer it takes for the right time to come, the more you think about the last time you were on these bleachers. Hands sizzling on the metal, turned away from the person who makes your heart jump, hearing them groan as they’re lifted into a stretcher, tasting dust and hair and the faint lingering of radishes.

You watch the last bits of the sun be swallowed by the night. The yard empties back into the looming structure of the complex. It’s still humid and the fabric of your work uniform scratches against your back. You could have changed. Then again, what does one uniform matter instead of another?

You feel the air cool. Desert sun gives way to desert chill. Your hands grace over unshaven, unwaxed arms in an attempt to warm them. It doesn’t help.

You expected an animal cry.

What you got instead was the plodding of eight feet, one with a slight twinge of a limp. A voice snaps your head up to see them. “Curious little mouse had to find out what’s at the center of their little maze, hmm?”

They don’t wait for you to finish an irritated breath in. “How long do you think until the guards take a sweep from here, ‘820? Five minutes? Fifteen?”

Their sidekicks’ snickering keeps you from answering. “I wonder,” they crow. “I wonder exactly how you looked when they told you to step away, to turn around, to keep your hands on the bleachers.”

They smirk a smirk you’ve seen so many times. Not quite opened to their cheshire grin. But toying with you nonetheless.

“51649, if you have something to tell me, now’s the time.”

They don’t jump. You two have talked too much, know each other too well, and their wingmen keep them strong. Your voice has no power over them.

“I do. But don’t you have something to give me?”

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antgirls’ encounter

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Something different with them, enjoy!

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Any competent...

...radio operator will be able to tell you that the frequency the barracks legend says you need to tune your 'mechs comms to literally could not exist. But the truth never undermined a good legend.

So suppose you do it- sit in your 'mech at night, the hangar silent around you, radio tuned to that impossible frequency. They say you hear pilots from across the galaxy. Across the universe. Across the universes. Pilots fighting wars against enemies you've never heard of, using machines you might think too powerful to exist or too primitively absurd to be possible- but there they are, chatting in your headset. They've all heard the legend, same as you, although for some it's a psionic link and for some it's a telegram, but they're all tuned in to a channel that shouldn't exist.

The reason it's dangerous, of course, isn't that you'll "go mad" or something. Please. They're pilots, same as you: people who fight for some cause, or for their own fame and fortune, inside a shell of metal that walks like a giant. There's common ground all around, although you might need somebody to translate, depending on how many degrees tilted one participant's world is from yours. You won't go raving insane from it.

No, the reason it's dangerous is because- well- I'll tell you what I heard about the original story, which was, she kept tuning in. Sitting up until the gray brightness of dawn spilled into the hangar. Talking with people from worlds she would never see, trading tales of battles and training camps. But there was one night where a participant stopped talking and started screaming: their hangar was being attacked. And as they panicked and shouted, the sound of thumping on controls and ricocheting shots coming down that unchannel that shouldn't have been, she revved up her reactor, stomped out through the hangar doors- blasted them out of the way -and went to give backup in a war that she was in the wrong reality to fight in.

The footprints vanished at the doors. It was assumed a commando team from the enemy had made off with the 'mech- on a hover hauler, maybe, how else would there be no tracks? But we never saw her again. Although- if you fiddle with the radio just right, in between the crackles and hissing -when you tune in, for just a moment, to that non-channel -sometimes, for a millisecond at most, you can hear a snatch of her voice.

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It wasn't like you to skim atmos, much less dive into pressured airspace. You knew your ship couldn't take it and you couldn't get his voice out of your head rattling off all the parts of you he'd flay off if you survived getting back to open space.

But he wasn't here, and that's half the point. The other half is that you figured out where he was -- has been -- and you had questions that deserved answers. The third half was that you'd never have gotten clearance to land from the corpo anyway.

So your ship that was barely a speck off-world cast its huge shadow on the ground it sped over below. The trees swayed in a way that made them seem alive, but you knew that it was only synthetic groundcover to keep the warehouses cool.

You and he had visited worlds like this before: single-minded planets borne from the balance sheets of mentat accountants. The supposed best use for the myriad uninhabitable rocks between jump gates.

But this one was different. It had to be.

Why else would he have snuck out on an escape craft to putter down here? Why else would he have kept the signal going? Why else would he have intentionally led you to this world, to this hemisphere, to this very spot.

It had to be different because he didn't do things for no reason. He didn't look at the flowers, so to speak. He wouldn't have noticed that the trees swayed -- they swayed in a way that made them seem like you were hurting them, cutting the closest ones down with the whirring wind of a just-barely-subsonic speed, leaving a clear wake in their weeping cellulose.

And he wouldn't have left you. Not without a warning. Not without explaining. It wouldn't have been like him. Not without a good reason, and a good reason would only be if this planet was different.

But it's not like you to skim atmos, much less dive into pressured airspace.

He wouldn't have liked it.

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This pics completely sfw so I'll share it here! made up a new dude who is an office worker feeling unsatisfied w his life until he completely turns it around and becomes a raver bunny boy in his mid 30s

[fayemouse]

werewolf who needs you. please don’t leave her. please don’t leave. she doesn’t want to be alone again. please

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Cis people think trans people have this:

Deadname

Chosen name

But honestly we really have:

Name

Other name

Deadname

Business name

Old nickname only some people have rights to use

Online name

Extra special secret name you don’t get to know, unless… ;)

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sharkplane77

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Proud of this. Lewdology is a great field.

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Out today! https://bp-games.itch.io/adult-analysis-anthology-3

hey do you play lewd games?

did it make you feel gender things when you did?

maybe even help you understand your gender better?

help me write an article about this phenomenon by taking my survey: https://fayemouse.xyz/aaa-survey/

i never ask this, but please reblog for reach.

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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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Angel Harvesting For Beginners

I still see so many people online paying far too much for angel parts. Obviously they are incredibly useful, and I won’t pretend that any of them are trivial to get (there’s a reason you can’t pick up angel liver at the butcher’s shop), but I should not be seeing any of you bragging about getting a single feather for “only” $50. So today I’m going to walk through how you can get yourself some angel feathers and tears without breaking the bank. We won’t be getting into butchery here, since it’s a much more complicated topic. There’s many guides out there that are much better written than I could do anyway. However, with my method, you avoid killing the angel, so there’s no need to worry about the lingering sin.

I think most people by now know how to attract an angel. Dangle some bit of repentance for them to chew on, and something physical to force them to fully manifest. I won’t get too specific with the former since it varies between everyone, but I will say for the latter that I have found apple juice to work well. Just be sure not to use a glass cup, or it will shatter when the angel reaches for it.

Once you get the angel, you’re going to need to keep it there. Be sure it’s fully on our side, and then quickly reach out for something to hold it with. What tends to work best is Hope and Empathy. Love and Compassion work well too, depending on your bait and the kind of angel. If you’re not quick enough here, there is a chance the angel will escape, so be prepared to treat any burns you receive.

Once you have a hold of it, you’ll need to properly bind it so that you can get to work. The popular trope is to tie the angel with a rope, starting from those handholds you got, but in my experience that’s just more trouble than its worth, and half the time you lose all your nice rope. I prefer a hammer and nails, though obviously this requires you’re in a place where digging a few nails into the ground is both possible and won’t cause any issues. It’s important to remember here that, as flashy as they are, the physical bindings are actually less important than the verbal component. Binding the angel with your words is not only possible but very necessary for keeping it trapped as fully as we want it. You have to be determined and believe what you say. Always keep in mind the aspects you’re holding it down with, and center your dialogue around those. I promise it sounds a lot harder than it is. When you get to it, half the time you can just listen to the buzzing of its halo and that will give you enough to work with. I can’t explain it, just trust me.

So now you have your angel. Angels can’t spend too much time in our world at once. It’s going to start burning up, which means we do have a little bit of a time limit for what we can take from it. Remember that we are not trying to kill it. If it dies from overexposure, you have way more problems on your hand than two few angel tears or whatever. Don’t be an idiot. First, you take some feathers. Then, we can catch its tears, and then we let it go.

It’s not hard to take feathers out of their wings. You’ve probably seen people do it to a fresh angel corpse and it’s honestly not that dissimilar. Scissors work really well for getting them out, but that tends to damage them a lot more. You can also literally just reach for them and yank them out. It’s really not too hard, and the feathers turn out better, but it is absolutely disgusting so be aware of that, and take a long shower afterwards. There’s all sorts of tools people will sell you for harvesting angel feathers, but I’ll tell you right now that they’re all useless. Those tools are for corpses, and again, we do not want that. They’ll just be clunky and get in the way when you have a celestial being begging and thrashing in your backyard.

A lot of ink has been spilled on the topic of angel tears, but really it’s not that complicated. Just remember that angels are not like us, and they don’t think like us. They are simpleminded beings that can’t really be related to. What you’re going to want to do once you’ve gotten enough feathers is stop, take a step back, and apologize. I know it sounds dumb, but that’s really the secret. For some reason that makes them completely reset. They don’t understand that you’re the one that trapped them here. So you apologize, then you say something about recognizing their pain, how much it hurts or whatever, and then you can go back towards them. At this point, your angel is going to start to cry. It can look different for different angels and go at different speeds, but you’ll recognize it when it happens. What you’ll use to catch the tears is going to be some old doll. Maybe grab something from the thrift store. It doesn’t really matter what it is, just go for something that a baby might play with. With that doll, go be close to the angel, maybe wrap an arm around it, stroke its hair, whatever. It’ll cry as much as you want it to.

Then, once you’ve gotten enough, you’ll need to let it go. I’ve seen some people worry that the angel will try to get back at you or punish you or whatever, but in my experience any sort of retribution is completely accidental. They don’t know how to connect you as a human to what happened to them. The two concepts are completely disconnected in their bird brains. Just unbind whatever you used to physically tether it, tell it that it’s free to go, and it’ll go. It will be happy to go back to the celestial realm because of how much it hurts staying here.

Of course let me know if you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer them and maybe even make a followup post if there’s enough that people are curious about. I promise it’s really not as hard as it sounds. I made it sound like you have to be really careful, but honestly you can mess it up pretty badly and the only thing that will happen is maybe a couple things will burn and some weird gravity. Do it in a safe area and it’s really not too hard.