acheronie

[acheronie]

wow! your understanding of this character is so. . . Unique! just wondering by the way but when was the last time you directly interacted with the source media

[acheronie]

you know what!!!! the absence indeed becomes a presence!!!!!!

[acheronie]

One weird experience of transitioning is failing at ur assigned gender role the whole time and everyone constantly deriding you for it but then u come out and it's like we lost a beautiful gender conforming warrior today. Must grieve for my wonderful child who pissed me off by being ugly and weird since day 1

[acheronie]

[acheronie]

Obito, your bi is showing.

[acheronie]

*trying to say i like a fictional character* yeah he activates my predator animal drive

[acheronie]

The thing is that the existence of musk gays irl doesnt necessarily predict that a universe of furries would have a fetish equivalent because you have to take into account that in the animal kingdom many creatures already use musk and pheromones as part of their everyday life and it’s not some sort of perversion there. However. I do think that the human level sentience of an anthro society would give rise to a contrived cult of very primal somewhat problematic atavist musk kink mammal anthros that arent in it so much for the musky sex itself as for the sanctimony of being supposedly au naturel in comparison to the casual sniffers of a more quotidian domain. Like it’s not a direct equivalent of musk gays because it has this Rosseau’s pure wild mountain man chauvinist political bent to it. But if your fursona is like, a dog, thats all kind of out the window. It’s a whole different ballgame

[acheronie]

[acheronie]

Look at my dog boy

[acheronie]

Respectfully speaking your female aventurine triggers something visceral in me her petite body and frame signals my brain to revert to 17th century chivalry to serve her as her knight so that I may simply have a glimpse of my lady. Her hair as gold as the soft sand dunes rolling in yhe desert, graceful and ever changing with the wind, free yet conforming to wherever the wind blows, her eyes glinting like the light's refraction in the water—a broken beauty only visible if you take the time to look closely at it. Please, mistress, let me see you once more that I may call you the pen to my book, the glow of the moon when the stars are missing, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks by the beach that smooth them out into little pebbles. I mean this in every possible lesbian way I love women so much oh my god *explodes*

got sapphic poetry so strong in my inbox that i had to draw it out as soon as possible

[acheronie]

I have the biggest dick in 40 square miles

[acheronie]

[acheronie]

again, again and again

[acheronie]

he couldn’t handle kremnoan pussy

[acheronie]

some sunhill doodles !

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girls love him for his poor posture and pathetic demeanor