cool fall scarfdevoir @gardevoir@glaceon.social

happy thanksgaming

this just seems a useful meme for people to have around

things are going very well with this commission...definitely love having a good excuse to draw a complicated duel setup scene like this, especially with these given characters

new type of guy, he pilots a mech suit similar to mine. we counter each other perfectly. i incapacitate his suit as he pierces my generator, the explosion turning our mechanised chassis to space debris seconds after we eject. we have to work together to survive and signal a nearby civilian ship to pick us up, with only minutes of oxygen left. we're safe. we kiss passionately

[takes a deep breath] listen it's just raw facts that the two hottest things on this entire planet are
-person with pussy in skirt no panties
-person with dick in skirt no panties boner propping the shirt up
Sorry I Don't Make The Rules Do Not @ Me

she's got a decent mic and headphones from that podcast that never went anywhere, an active imagination, too much free time.

she tries recording some scripts. just for fun. what the hell, tfw no domme gf, be your own domme, right? plus that means she can use her own favorite induction. (if she never hears another progressive relaxation, it'll be too soon.)

the first time she hears herself in Audacity, she cracks up. this is so goofy. but, still, there's just a faint possibility lurking that it could be very, very hot.

she deletes, re-records. adjusts her pop filter, re-records. changes the order of things around, re-records. it's actually sounding pretty good now, but…

in the stark blue-white light that she uses before noon, sitting in her gamer chair, it's hard to believe that it'll work. so maybe she'll tweak the odds in her favor. she's been in the domme mindset while recording. what would she want as a sub?

she digs through the drawers in the back of her closet. ah. that outfit. the one she bought to impress you-know-who, but never got to use, due to, let's say, creative differences. and… oh, it'd go nicely with those three bits from the toybox.

she holds them up to herself in the bathroom mirror. yeah. okay. yeah. she's feeling this. it's not perfect, maybe, but it's solid. she imagines seeing herself dressed in it, waiting on her bed, and bites her lip.

---

that night, she puts the outfit on, adjusts buckles and cinches so it's comfy but tight. she flips the smart lights to a lurid cliche shade of pink. look. don't judge. it works for her.

she copies the audio from her desktop to her phone. she puts on the good headphones. she plugs them into the adapter cable, plugs the adapter cable into her phone.

she grins a sheepish grin to nobody, mutters, "here goes nothing". taps play. closes her eyes.

and then she drips her own voice into her head.

ooooh. shivers. is that really her? she's half paying attention to the words, half taking mental notes on what she'd do differently next time, but it still feels more authentic, more authoritative, than she was expecting…

---

and then, an indefinite amount of time later, it's over. huh. interesting; not earthshattering. she doubts any of the suggestions are actually going to stick.

but she's impressed herself just a bit with the production values. not bad for a first try. might as well play it again…

---

okay, she realizes the next morning, she fell asleep. that's what happens when you close your eyes in a comfy bed for long enough. nature takes its course.

she laughs, takes the outfit off, goes about her day. at least she got some decent sleep out of it.

---

a few days later, she hears the doorbell. delivery guy. she checks her stoop for the package. unfamiliar sender. but she's been doing a lot of online retail therapy lately, and sometimes she forgets what she ordered.

she opens the box. takes out the contents. clothing? black. okay, it's probably hers, that's her style. she shakes it out a bit, realizes what she's holding, and *drops*.

eyes blank, she closes the bedroom door. she shucks her day clothes, carefully puts on the outfit from that weird night, puts the new clothing on with it, its look and feel slotting like a key into her mind.

she opens the audio player on her phone to the *second* file, the one she somehow forgot about. she plugs in her headphones. she presses play…

---

another indefinite amount of time later, she snaps back to consciousness, panting, her fingers gently slowing from furious activity between her legs. she realizes what she's doing, what she's wearing.

blushing furiously, she thinks about how this is really, really fucking hot for her. backtracks. thinks about how it might have happened. then about how hot this is, again, but from a different perspective: the satisfaction of a job well done.

"sneaky, sneaky," she murmurs, then realizes that she had better take the trigger clothing off, now, in case her mindset shifts back to where it might kick in again.

well… maybe she'll take a look in the mirror first.

after all, she feels safe with her partner. how could she not? they've been together her whole life. □

postfurry is when you're a furry that posts

Why do they call it stuffin when you stuff in the cold bread stuff out hot eat the bread

@gardevoir "and you can feel the end of your tie curling up, and up, and up,"

really really long a thon 4 https://oengus.io/marathon/RRLAT4/schedule ​

If you take the "c" and "x" off the ends of "cardboard box", you're left with a perfectly repeating ardbo-ardbo

RT
https://twitter.com/Breezy_Bass/status/1331445229098913792 https://twitter.com/ashiinu/status/1331586771868557313
gushing over this extremely call 'Wayfinder' fursona idea. fleet mages that swear a 'do no harm' oath

starting CW discourse but its about the network this time

So I was playing Destiny 2 with some friends and letting folks know that I had a name and pronoun change.

When I was asked what my gender was, I was on a map with active rails on it.

So in the heat of an oncoming disaster, I suddenly shouted, open mic, to everyone in that moment "TRAIN!"

So yeah, I guess my gender is now train.