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The Pink Bunny

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I reblog some pretty good posts, if I do say so myself. age: adult
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I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but intrusive thoughts are basically your brain’s (sometimes very upsetting) way of saying “If there were two guys on the moon and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what?”

I’ve personally found that adding the “would that be fucked or what?” part in myself really helps put the more disturbing thoughts we sometimes get into perspective. Helps me say “yeah thar sure would be fucked up” and move on with my day.

It’s not not a secret desire, it’s not something that only occurs to you because you’re a bad person. It’s just your brain deciding to process the fact that it knows an uncomfortable thing exists in the world by feeding it to you in an absurd “what if” with you as the main character.

Words cannot describe how happy I am that this resonated with so many people.

#something that really helps is i used to verbalize these thoughts in that way to my brother #like wed be cooking and id just go “i take your big chef knife and stab u. yeah?” and hed respond w smth like “i perfectly block. loser.”

This might be my favorite coping mechanism of this genre I've heard yet. Sibling goals.

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hypersister
Anonymous asked:

hhhhhhhhhh i only recently realized how much i like ageplay stuff and your blog is a godsend

good! it's good to indulge with me it's what you deserve :3

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hypersister

Mama who watches you fuck your sister stupid and desperately wants to be cumflated by your massive dick but can't bring herself to ask~

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keep staring like that and it'll probably happen anyway, it's not like bloating one girl to capacity is actually enough for me any more~!

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A chibi is like the motor/sensory homunculus but reversed. Instead of being what your body sees as most important in itself, it's what an onlooker sees as most important in an exterior body. Chibis are an exaggeration of humans, they are human on human humancest. What I'm saying is really simple but I've overcomplicated it. Chibis are the ideal representation of a human

Best use of a chibi body

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You would be astonished at how easy it is to turn girls into fairies. And princesses? the work is already done for you. light suggestion is all you need

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winged-void

can you leave me alone for two seconds or do you intend to follow me around nonstop and mock me. do you even understand how pathetic that is? You follow the cutest and noblest and MOST DIGNIFIED PRINCESS IN THE WORLD around and say nasty and personal things to everyone you meet?

See? The line between princess yaps and the high pitched buzzing of this fairy is all but indistinguishable.

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demilypyro

They say I think I'm cute enough to get away with anything.

I am that cute, is the thing. I am that cute. I'm adorable.

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arachnixe

I can't help but notice the increasing population of princesses on this site, leaving one extremely important ecological niche underfilled: the sinister royal advisor.

The time of the treacherous vizier is nigh.

Now some people might try to tell you that a princess shouldn't take advice from someone with "treacherous" right there in their job title, but you mustn't listen to the bleating of sheep, Your Highness. The fools are just jealous that I've chosen the best and most special princess of all to serve. They're envious of your beauty and your wisdom and the loyalty you command from even someone like me, and they wish only to tear you down.

You make such a compelling case with your constant flattery and defensiveness.

If I am to serve the very best princess of all, it is only right that I heap upon her the endless praise she has rightfully earned, and the princess who trusts me to handle pesky political matters that are beneath her station is possessed of exemplary wisdom indeed.

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arachnixe

Kinship

I peer through the glass into the holding chamber. The specimen within paces aimlessly, without purpose or direction, interacting with nothing inside.

“What’s wrong with it?” I ask.

“She’s been restless and agitated like this since we separated her from the others.”

I glance over at my partner. “‘She,’ huh?”

He shrugs, looking self-conscious. “I mean, look at her. She looks like a woman, doesn’t she?” He gestures vaguely into the chamber. “Or like she used to be one. We’re working on saving her, making her a person again anyway, right?”

I suppose we are trying to save it, but I certainly can’t think of this thing as a person the way it is now. Especially so utterly directionless with its connection severed to the rest of its Swarm.

It is a pretty thing, though, I must admit, vaguely person-shaped as it is.

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