A While Ago I Saw An Anti-cnc Meme That Went Something Like "if Your Boyfriend Learns Not To Stop At

It’s so funny that cauldron was doing all this horrific experimentation in order to find broken powers that were never supposed to be given out to anyone, in the hopes that one of those impossible powers might possibly be able to meaningfully hurt scion in a way he was counting on humans not having access to.

And then scion just handed out The Entity Killer to lily as a natural trigger, straight up. She clustered even, there’s three different people with that power naturally.

She Alexandria on my Package

Baker Doll

It didn't know why all the people were gone or where they had gone to. Years had passed since anyone had been in the bakery or since the doll had seen anyone on the streets outside, maybe longer. Still, every morning it got up early to set up shop and go through it's routine, all except for the baking.

It used to bake. In fact, baking was what it loved to do most, despite being unable to eat or taste anything it made. But it saw other people eat it's food and how happy it made them. People would often come to chat with friends over freshly made pastries, bring home a cake or a few loaves of bread for their families, or even come in just to see the doll itself. It did continue to bake for a while after everyone disappeared, but it couldn't bear to keep seeing the things it so lovingly made go to waste.

So every morning before the sun rose, it took bowls and pans from the kitchen cabinets and arranged them in their places next to rolling pins and knives, then carried old wooden logs from outside and stacked them by the oven.

Once the kitchen was ready, It went to the front and set up empty cake displays, placed chairs in front of the tables, dusted off every surface, and flipped the sign to "open".

Once it was evening, it took down the displays and flipped the sign to "closed", then wiped down each table and set the chairs back on top of them. It rinsed all of the kitchenware, cleaned the spotless oven, and took the wooden logs back outside. It then went to it's room to rest until repeating it's routine the next morning.

It still did all this because these were the things that kept it alive, but it never baked.

Victoria Dallon, after winning a game of hide-and-seek: Stranger 1

tongues need to be longer so a hot trans girl can put hers down my throat

Puppy!

A doll and a puppy! The doll and witch are taking care of it this week!

But dear goodness is the puppy wiggly - far too wiggly for such a floppy doll!

The puppy keeps wanting to play, but the doll is already exhausted! How do puppies have so much energy?!

But then a moment comes when the puppy lies down - and, within minutes, its eyes are closed.

And the puppy looks so comfy... so cosy...

The witch eventually enters the room to find her doll curled around the puppy.

Both are fast asleep~

BDSM gets a bad rep as like a violent (male) dom pushing the boundaries of a reluctant (female) sub but in my experience it's a lot of subs with wildly elaborate fantasies screaming shit like "PUT MY ASS IN THE CHILI" while a new dom is like "Okay I think, we are reaching yellow for me,"

this isn't exactly a new sentiment on here but i can't really deny my desire for the exclusive and permanent company of transfems. every night i spend in bed without 1-3 tgirls in my arms is melancholy; by contrast, every night that i do is so surpassingly warm and comforting that i can feel my life's priorities shifting each time they nuzzle up into me. my mannerisms change around them; i unmask, laugh louder, kiss better, sleep more soundly. when work gets hard i think about the look on a girl's face after she eats a meal i've made her, the sound of her breathing as we lie together watching tv, the feel of her soft hands on my naked body. i'm so lucky to be one of these people, to know them, to love them; if all i do with the rest of my life is bring a little relief to a few of my sisters it will have been a life well spent

"Sometimes I feel like a discount Amy Dallon" I say to the judge about my parking ticket.

He has no idea what I am talking about, but my legal counsel whispers a few key facts in his ear, and his face hardens.

"I sentence you to death. Immediately."

Thank fuck, I barely manage not to say as he pulls out the pistol-