#finding euphoria

[under-the-knife]

Finding Euphoria // Cane Hill

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[witch-among-stars]

[floweroflaurelin]

He’s very friendly in the presence of children!!

Any scene with Lady—I mean, Queen—Gwendolyn de Rolo is automatically my favourite scene 🥺🐀❤️

[faeriecoma]

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Best T4T Ship

Remake of one of my older polls, now with more characters. Some were found by the help of this t4t tournament.

[grimmroach]

my testosterone goal is to become soap mactavish

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[beetlearmand]

i want to thank lestat de lioncourt for interchangeably calling armand he and it in tvl. shit gave me so much gender euphoria i stole his goddamn pronouns. armand he/it truther until i die!!!

[transagonies]

gets me through the day 2

[verysmallcyborg]

haven't ported anything in a few weeks (GASP), but i fixed that today with porting the weathered tank top for fornax....! now this look for them is complete >:)

[bi-dykes]

Riley and Maya and Cady Heron, thank you for your service 🫡

[bakerstreet-and-beyond]

Pile Body Upon Body

[magicalgirl6]

magical girl transformation sequences are about being your truest self, your strongest self, being euphoric, being happy. They're representative of how it feels to transform, how it feels to be a magical girl. They're fun, they're joyful, they're pretty AND YES ☝️ they are trans

[repurposedmeatlocker]

I think it is beautiful that so many beavis and butthead fans here will be like: "here is beavis and butthead fanart. Also I made them girls just because I wanted to" and they still look exactly the same. Beautiful world.

[doldulce]

Phil has a nightmare.

Extremely short DoL PC writing, ft Harper. Warning for body horror.

You're strapped to a table, wearing nothing but a familiar hospital gown.

You've had this dream before. Doctor Harper and the others in white coats come into the room, leering down at you with eager eyes. Harper takes out a scalpel and points it at your chest. You tense instinctually, feeling the same fearful anticipation you have every time this nightmare finds you.

But this time, when the blade's tip cuts through your gown, it keeps going.

The scalpel plunges between your ribs before you've really processed it. Your breath is stuck in your lungs, body completely and utterly still—shock. Normally, he just cuts your clothes off. Normally, the scalpel never touches skin.

But now it's buried to the handle, stabbed through the middle of your chest. He pulls back and forces the blade down, slowly bisecting your torso from collar to hip, and the movement is smooth despite how arduous the task seems to be. Slowly, the skin parts.

When you look down into the wound, you're greeted with solid walls of fish meat.

There's no blood, or bones or organs or gore. Instead there's uninterrupted orangish flesh, thin white rings lining the cross sections in familiar rounded stripes. You'd seen slabs of meat like this, cuts of raw salmon put atop sushi or plastic-wrapped in the seafood aisle...or sometimes fresh, fish gouged open on the fishing boats to be gutted and cooked at the beach.

The doctor peels the last of your skin aside, and you realize he's filleted you open.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, pulse rushing like a current. There's fear, of course, but under that there's something like... pride? Like something true had just been affirmed in you, somehow?

Doctor Harper isn't surprised when he looks into you, like he was expecting this, and belatedly you realize you did too. This is exactly what should be inside you. It's who you've always been. Truth made flesh, made visible.

Staring down at the dissection, you notice that you're smiling. And then you're laughing—and your ribs lift with the action, and the pain finally hits in a sudden crashing wave—

you wake up, swimming in your sweat. Your breaths come in rapid gasps, a hand clutched in the fabric over your chest, and you realize your heart is there...your organs, bowels, bones and blood.

Your torso isn't split in two. A part of you is disappointed.

You roll over and force yourself back to sleep.