Blood Play Isn’t Really My Thing But Getting Bit So Hard That I Bleed… That’s A Different Story

NEEED to have a lifelong creative partnership.. and if it gets a little homoerotic.. well I guess that would be okay too !

I guess this is a thing now...

Hey, there. This is mainly a blog I made to talk more openly about my queerness and hopefully interact with (possibly even befriend *looks at you with big eyes*) more trans/queer people. It's what it says on the label— this is my little corner :]

↳ Tank/Axe

↳ He/him + They/them

↳ closeted and untransitioned *sigh*

↳ adult (<25)

↳ this blog will contain nsfw content, you have been warned

↳ asks and dms are open!

↳ always open to make friends <33

↳ that being said, I do not owe anyone a response. if you're a creep/make me uncomfy, i won't hesitate to block

— rusted axe ▪︎☆ <- vent tag for the sake of blocking

“You’re so cute“

“What a needy puppy”

“Good boy”

“Pretty boy”

“Such a pathetic puppy”

"Oh boy i sure wish i had somewhere to put out this lit cigarette" i say staring at your cigarette burn covered arm

not arguing with a pretty tboy who wants to stab me, whatever you say angel

they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared

t4t but were both cowboys so like. also cb4cb

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.

i need someone to hold the joint to my lips, make me take a long drag and tell me to "hold it." only when they say "drop it" do it get to finally exhale, my head all spinny not just from the weed but from the lack of oxygen

i need someone to do it for the whole joint, and then when im too out of it to properly speak or walk, guide me to the bed or to the couch to use me however they want my cunt is dripping so it must be okay. its not like i could tell them not to if i wanted

please bro beat the shit out of me I need it for enrichment