What In The Actual Fuck.

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THE FINAL MIKU!!! satyr bard miku :)

thanks so much for sticking with me these past couple weeks i have had so much fun drawing these!! will post a full lineup of them all tomorrow!

i was there when capitalism bred innovation

I love a good well-written dream.

In my dream last night I woke up in a massive facility. It was hard to discern the exact culture but it was like if Judaism and Chinese culture smashed into each other. I was told this was a breeding facility to reawaken the famous historical figures of this culture. It was a known fact that they reincarnated every 35 cycles of 36- there was a math formula, I forget. They reincarnated regularly.

They believed I was their figurehead, a woman who led them during times of crisis.

I was taken on a tour. I saw half grown creatures and fetuses in tubes, all experiments to better society. I felt lucky to be walking around. I was shown scenes of elaborate clay dolls dressed and arranged to display historic moments. This is the Betrayer I was told, the other half of my pair who would inevitably betray me. In the scene his cheeks were bright red and he was surrounded by women.

Later I got to meet his incarnation, a tall lad with a joyous smile and wild dark hair. I was shy but he was gregarious and friendly. We spent time together every day. I loved him, not romantically, but without reservation. One day while out walking together we passed by a huge open room full of musicians. The music reminded me of ATLA but with some odd notes and changes.

I was so enthralled, I stopped to stare. The music was beautiful but the people were busy with recording devices and I didn’t want to interrupt. But my friend grabbed my arm and hauled me in, swinging me in a dance until I stopped caring about being a bother and just danced with him, both of us laughing and delighted. And the musicians were happy too, delighted to please us, their very important people who were still growing up.

Another scene later was waking up in darkness and the head of security being in my room. She led me down the hall and to a secret desk where she pointed at an alphabet arrayed on the desk. She didn’t want a puppet figurehead. She wanted a leader. She began to tutor me in secret to learn the things a leader must know.

Later I remember sitting in a panel of judges looking down at a woman who wore my face. The director was forcing her to abase herself, to grovel and I snarled, wanting to defend her. My friend wrapped his arms around me, holding me close while he whispered in my ear that that’s what the director wanted. The girl was led away sobbing. We never saw her again.

I slowly gathered power to myself, trying not to tip off the head of the facility to my rebellion. But one day I couldn’t find my lovely friend, my other half. Someone trusted whispered “His cheeks are beginning to turn red.”

I began tearing through the facility screaming as he was nowhere to be found until finally I tore open a paper door and there he was at a low table, surrounded by anxiously smiling women plying him with drink.

I shrieked and launched toward him, and he slowly fell backward as I came close. His cheeks were red with poison, he didn’t move again. I raged and wept on his unmoving neck and the director entered.

“He betrayed you,” she informed me.

“You betrayed me,” I countered and rose to rip her apart with my bare hands.

And then I woke up the end.

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

yknow I really don't understand why monster dicks are allowed to be weird and animalistic and fucked up looking but god forbid pussy look like anything other than a small hairless smooth hole justice for weird pussy shapes

Ten trillion percent. At every opportunity.

if female top nudity weren't viewed as inherently sexually explicit. oh brother. I would be letting those puppies hang like you wouldn't believe

I also am the evil version of myself. Not enough information to say whether I'm a top or not.

"What would you do if you met the evil version of yourself? Who would be the top?"

I am the evil version. If I ever meet my good version I'm going to ruin her.

yes i know what you mean. i never used to understand the appeal. i used to cringe when there was kissing or sex in any medias, but now that i'm fully comfortable in my own sexuality, i love reading about sword sapphics, corporate hypnosis yuri, and lesbian furries having romantic adventures.

i unironically believe that estrogen is the reason im so into writing romance now. like not to say that women are innately more interested in romance but i feel like i experience sexuality and emotion in a way that makes romantic stories more appealing

Goddamn it! I had been following her. There is not even a fig-leaf covering their prejudices.

Edit: Huzzah! She is restored.

can u see me? just checking,,

This is awesome stuff.

I think one of the reasons drag kings aren’t as popular as drag queens, aside from the fact that straight women don’t like us, is that people are uncomfortable acknowledging masculinity as a performance. Like we as a society know that femininity is a performance, with its own costumes and rules. Masculinity is also a performance, and nothing makes that more clear than someone making an exaggeration of it