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Deeep sigh

Man. I got the urge to create. But no create juice. Terrible feeling. 0/10 stars. Why Am I Like This.

this is specifically referring to tgtf works. I'd like. RP it, but it's so, so close that I don't think I'd even be comfortable doing it aside from one person. And they are swamped.

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Self dissection time. I'm being.. odd? off? Idk. About the thing. On most levels, I don't think I actually mentally care just How Horny A&B get with eachother in front of me. Most of it is to make sure B is just. Ok with me knowing? I'm not gonna sit there and watch them go over the edge of polite company- That's for a relationship and I'm notably not there. But teasing, pushing and pushing? I think I don't care. I'd laugh! I think they'd be allowed to do the same to me, If I was ever gonna be vulernable. I mean, like. Ok, I'm not gonna sit there and go "haha hypnosis and petplay" openly unless I know B is chill with me. Knowing and acting and saying. Esp since B hits all my "that's a poly man" flags and is tried up in the hell that is "don't I have a monogamous relationship??" twice. And somehow everyone's chill with it. I don't envy him. Anyways. I'm not gonna sit there and complete the punchline to their faces! but I know he knows I know. Like. I literally set the ball on the fucking tee on him for "deep voice gets subs down bad + trancing via deep voice"

It took me kind of waving him away from me and back to the point *plus* the deafen for it to click, I'd wager? But it still clicked. I know A's ok with what i'm doing? We've talked, I mostly worry. But beyond my "hey, as long as you're safe" I don't think I want to peel back the curtain too hard. Teasing and mutual acknowledgment. the World is kinky, and I smile and nod at that fact.

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Cue me being the biggest fucking switch ever, I guess?

I admit it and immediately, IMMEDIATELY my brain goes “Oh, vulnerable time? Soft man time? Go be a bottom. Yep. Mhm.”

God my brain is the most embarrassing thing I want to be hypnotized or tgtf'd or something. My brain is hearing prince and on repeat going “fuck me tf me anything something something please please” god. I am a mess. Never letting this happen again. Boo and Hiss.

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just had an absolutely atrocious thought

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people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

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no you don't understand because THIS IS WHAT KILL LA KILL DID, JUST SLOWER.

there's a lot of differences, but for like the first 3 episodes of klk, you are almost positive most of this is fanservice. Episode 4 is the last, and ONLY, fanservice episode. Almost everything else about the series? Immediately unsexy.

Oh sure, satsuki has her ass all the way out, but fuck that these two are fucking up a whole ass town and there's a war plot and the general WHAT THE HELL of KLK completely drowns any chance you could ever even have about caring, despite the fact everyone is clearly enjoying drawing the tits.

By the end of the series (I do not count ep 25) literally everyone is naked, and nobody cares. And I think that's fucking art.

also, Lesbians.

I am so utterly fascinated by “Saki”, the 18-year-running mahjong manga in which you, the reader, become gradually, frog-boilingly aware (over the course of nearly two decades’ worth of mahjong tournaments) that none of these girls are wearing underwear and most of their boobs are slowly expanding.

I need you to understand that I have, like, an anthropological level fascination with this comic. From the perspective of someone who is also a comic artist and writer, two things delight me about it:

the fact that I understand completely how an artist gets from “the fans can have a little hint of skirted asscheek” to “the pussy is completely out on center page” over the course of 18 years; and

the way in which the pussy being out is treated by the characters and diegesis as being utterly unremarkable.

Okay. Point 1. The frog-boiling.

Let me put this in perspective for you. There was already a meme about how the characters in “Saki” don’t wear underwear when I was in middle school. I am thirty now. Okay? And it’s still going.

In the time since, this has stopped being a joke. It is now indisputable canon. This is not because anyone outright says it at any point. It’s because the underwear ran out of places to hide. I’m obsessed with this thought: somewhere in the over 20 volumes of “Saki”, there is a panel in which underwear was objectively deconfirmed. And it would be so hard to figure out where that panel actually is. Maybe the artist didn’t even realize it when she drew it! The frog? Boiling!!

And of course there is also the breast expansion. I don’t know how to put a spin on this. They are just expanding. Like, this happens a lot with artists: you define a character as being, in your mind, “the one with the big boobs”, and over the years you emphasize that trait further and further so that the signal doesn’t get lost in the noise. It’s just that normally—in like a wildly popular manga series about mahjong published by literally Square Enix, for example—normally there would be a point at which the boobs stopped getting bigger. Like, an editor would step in or something. Or you would get to the point where you cannot draw the character in the same panel as her mahjong tiles without her breasts spilling over the tiles, and you’d go, “Well, this is now untenable.”

That did not happen. There is no ceiling. The frog is soup.

Point 2. The complete and utter mundanity of all of this.

It’s like this, okay: there’s no shortage of trashy ecchi manga out there. There’s a million other comics doing wildly bawdier things with wildly more improbable bishoujos.

The vibe with “Saki” is different.

It’s hard to explain this, but it feels like the world of the comic is fundamentally uninterested in the fanservice happening on the page. I cannot describe it as “leering”, because I cannot conceive of a person in the story from whose point of view one would leer. I think the artist is probably into it—I can’t imagine anyone is making her do this—but “Saki” the comic has no opinion on the matter.

There are essentially no male characters in “Saki”. Like, there was one guy? Kind of? At the very beginning? But he is gone now. They put him back in the toybox. He does not exist. It appears to be some level of canonical that in the world of “Saki”, almost all humans are women. Those women are sometimes romantically into each other. According to comments the artist has made on Twitter (which I cannot source), they have lesbian baby technology, so it’s no problem. It’s so much not a problem that the story is about mahjong, instead of any of that.

So, like, the fiction here appears to be this: this is the, like, meta-narrative of the fanservice of “Saki”, right: it’s just normal that they don’t wear underwear and their boobs are arbitrarily big. It’s been normal. It was normal before the story of the manga began. It’s just how things are. Nobody bats an eye about it, and if they do, it’s in sort of a lesbian kind of way so like what’s the problem, we love lesbians here. This is literally normal for girls.

The fanservice simply diffuses into this all-encompassing aura of disembodied, ambient sluttiness. The framing of the panels demands you acknowledge it, and the story demands you already be over it, because it’s mahjong time now, and we’re playing mahjong.

Do you get??? why I’m so fascinated??? Are you not a little enraptured???

Anyway, I have no idea how to end this weird post. I guess the conclusion is that women stay winning????

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on one hand, drawing hourglass men. On the other, drawing unrealistic bodytypes does nothing but wound everyone, and the cartoonification and flanderization of the ideal body type is absurd and should be corrected.

there's something so funny about artists drawing their guy ocs with regular proportions but all their girls have the same hourglass shape with huge hips and tits combined with a thigh gap.

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I'm finally feeling motivated (Or something else) enough to try and write like. A smidgen of TGTF smut. for the few people who come here to watch me dissect myself. Haha that's not happening this time. Get warned, shitlips.

I have talked about breaking TGTF norms and going for a genderfluid mark before, but that wasn't the idea that came this time. Ah well.

Alex wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. Well, that wasn't quite true. He could describe the object perfectly. A silver bracelet, detailed enough to look like it had been braided by hand into the shape of vines, small ‘leaves’ in a regular pattern running round until it stopped at the heart of the bracelet, a deep, dark, purple gem that seemed to draw his eyes in. But none of that was what confused him- No, the issue was the claim- and video proof, for that matter.. of what the bracelet did.

Alex had been looking into real life magic for some time now. He chased any lead he could, hunting the storm even as his funds dwindled. When he heard about a real artifact with physical evidence? Well, how could he not? And thus, he found himself staring. The video itself started normal. A man- bigger than him by a few inches, but also generally chubby, in his own estimate, observing the bracelet before slipping it on, only for static to fill the screen flashes of the situation through the noise seeming to suggest a physical transformation, along with the unsubtle noises as the recorded person moaned. When the static cleared, what was left was a woman, wearing the very same bracelet, built the same.. who then winked at the camera, before the video cut.

He had tried to ask the seller- A kindly porteguese man, about more details, but all he got met with where two pieces of information. 1: “That bracelet is just a trigger. If you take it off, and you still think you're a man? You transform back. If you don't? Well, you stay like that.” and 2: “I think the video is proof enough. You want more evidence, buy.” And left with no choice.. He bought the bracelet.

He waited until he got home, before doing much of anything. No point in testing this without the proper equipment, if it was real. He flitted around his basement, a spare mattress dragged downstairs as he set up as many recording instruments as he thought he needed. When he has confident he could catch everything? He slipped the bracelet on.

The first thing he noticed, that the video didn't catch, was both the feeling of heat radiating off the bracelet, and the shimmering, ocean-deep blue that began to fill the gem. The second thing was the wave of pleasure that crashed into his brain, overriding his senses as he immediately crashed back unto the mattress, writhing as his hands shifted, fingers becoming slightly more slim, more feminine, slips of the gem's original dark purple sliding up his skin in shimmering bands, cutting forests of arm hair down into fuzz.

Those band spread further, tracing tight circles around his shoulders first, squeezing as his very bone structure shifted, tightening his figure before another band wrapped around his neck, squeezing just as tightly without very choking, his adam's apple dissolving as he laid blind in the pleasure. The shimmering thickened from bands to blankets, spreading across his body, the magic seemingly unsure what it would get next.

His legs slimmed next, hair receding to fuzz as his thighs thickened, ass joining them as his figure became more enviable. His beard- A pride he had spent years growing, shimmered away in an instant, his face shifting ever-so-slightly, not enough to be properly noticable, but enough to give all his micro expressions a feminine tint. A band snaked out and yanked his hair, pulling it out further, as if drawing from a tape measure.

The heat heightened further, Alex's last vestiges of dignity washed away in the sounds emanating from his throat as breasts began to form, skin mounding, expanding, mounding again, pleasure pounding in pace with his heart as they settled at C cups, the unfamiliar weight on his chest fully unnoticed by the final climb of his pleasure, the changes having reached his dick. His shaft shrunk, almost withering away as his balls pulled up and into himself, the last outward sign of his masculinity fading rapidly- until the hold the bracelet had burst, the remnant of his shaft expunging all the semen they had, his pants and boxers staining as his new sex was finally established.

After a time Alex couldn't quantify if he tried, he sat up, taking note of his body's changes- Excitement filling and warring with his nerves as he realized the bracelet had actually done as advertised. He stared at the bracelet he still wore, turning out over and seeing the now brilliant blue gem- An instinctual understanding filling his mind; The blue was representative of his mental state. If he started to think of himself as a woman.. the color would shift.

But, for now. He had recordings to at least attempt to review. The worry could wait.

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Man that's a bad line break. ANYWAYS. that's all, mostly because I have to sleep. If you'd like to see more (prince) Please bug me. I do have ideas, I just need to write them.

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I've been playing with.. letting more of my true self show with prince, when we play. I want him to be ok knowing I don't need to transform him to have fun. I want to show him I'll devour his form no matter what. I want to sink the tips of my claws into him and feel that cruel oneness.

Issat so wrong.

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Mild NSFW below the readmore, In classic strange fashion. only posting because I need to return to the habit

Ok. Fuckin. Skinsuits and Autoclosets subgenre of TGTF. Allow me to explain.

Skinsuits are hot for me because of well.. the idea of melded identity? Often times, A skinsuit is basically equal to a corpse in the stories that include it? It's either magic that essentially murders a victim for the pervert to wear, or it's high tech printed stuff. But either way, Identity slipping! Are you the suit, are you the person underneath it? self definition, do you become the person you killed, of that was the case? what about swapping entire lives with skinsuits? I hate vanilla body swap, but skinsuits add the creativity of ways out- I love the reversions always being possible. I'd fucking hate being stuck (because I'm not femme alligned at all) but even the idea of like losing a zipper from the suit roleplay wise or the seam being glued shut? Ohohoho.

Autoclosets are hot because tech restrain, make helpless, then transition. Sometimes there's no deeper meaning, I love the idea pf a critical malfunction changing someone's whole life on a whim.

I really do need to write that TGTF smut for prince so I can have good eats. Most of the good writers use ai these days, so they're bad. Or they rarely post.

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Debating getting back into writing some fuckin horny-ass tgtf smut. Probably won't get the motivation down. But oh I am tempted atm.

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I am incredibly relieved. Got to give up control at last. Was needed.

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squeeze da bunny boy

(HE/HIM) 🐇‼️

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My desire to let go is. Huge right now.

So much of me just desires to not have to be in control period. not directing shit, not doing shit, leaning in and being guided along what brooks and prince want.

I get scared lf being completely controlled, myself. I keep myself on an extremely tight leash, and I'm scared that if I ever gave that control to anyone else I would burn down everything.

but the longer I go without that kind of letting go, the worse I end up feeling.

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let’s scroll the hypnokink tag !!

[untagged spiral / flashy gif] aw dang it

[stolen porn] aw dang it

[straight up misogyny disguised as hypnosis] aw dang it

[fic that’s basically just porn] aw dang it

[stolen videos] aw dang it

[stolen video of a minor being hypnotized] aw dang it

[text induction with tons of spelling mistakes] aw dang it

[ai art] aw dang it

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The pencils breaking into smaller pencils

And why they treating word pencil like a slur. Reblog to scare ai losers away 🤭