Clipsey

Sounds like you need some help getting your backlog cleared. I'd be glad to help with any kind of motivation you'd like. I can be quite helpful 😌

Just your average run of the mill sword murder

Hungry

Little Miss Mechsplo @charlatanmonarch.bsky.social can do whatever she wants to her suffer doll OCs, but the minute I want to kill some cows for food in minecraft I'm the evil one

Its always fun seeing games spread around to others. I'm glad you've taken such a liking to it

Cannelloni and garlic bread

Mission status: success

I find traveling for work weirdly zen. Checking into hotels and figuring out their quirks like a new machine. Determining best food options in a new environment like a hunter looking for signs. Top it all off it makes me feel oddly important, like special ops being deployed.

Oh it'd be mutually assured destruction for sure, but the chaos they'd cause when one object was in both their sights at the same time would be LEGENDARY

Its a good thing they are actually so far apart. Sammy is an 'anything for a dollars awful and Sandra is a 'they will respect he's awful. I honestly think they'd make a great pair together. An awful, unstoppable, great pair.

She started to melt a solid android heart. All it took was an opportunity to prove her actual value in a dangerous situation and a lost leg.

Mhmmm whatever you say

Me thinks the pilot doth protest too much

Showed my partner the weight stack from today's workout.

"God you're going to be able to roughhandler me so well"

ROUGHHANDLER

Shes so pilot coded

@charlatanmonarch.bsky.social

I remember the first time I stumbled upon the effigy. Purely by accident and a wrong turn on a meditative walk. There was something powerful here. I was enraptuted by its smile.

That was many years ago. Time had been harsh to it, but the beauty still remains. I'm excited to see what growth it holds

You come across a lone doll. Fine silver scissors pin the diminutive creature to their final resting place. Faded paint and tarnished joints speak of untold time frozen in its repose.

Despite the light long having left its vulpine mask, a painted smile remains.

She tested her bonds. She wriggled and they did not give. She made the hand sign for “loosen” and they did. Very well trained. She made the hand sign for “tighten” and felt the grip close around her. Satisfied, aroused, and ready for the full experience, made the sign for “penetrate”.

The tentacles, seeming happy with their position, constricted. Her movement which was only impaired until now was entirely restricted. It was so different, normal ropes bite and mark. They shift ever so slightly. This was like being held down by hands designed for her body alone. She was elated.

As she felt the tentacles climb her legs and contort her body she realized that saying “the ropes do all the work” was a little misleading. It would seem to indicate they were objective focused, but these tentacles were clearly playing and meandering to their final goal.

She went to the marked spot on the floor and matched the position on the poster in front of her. There were many options, like a drive thru menu, she picked “Bind”. The tentacles left the vat, slowly and cautiously, approaching her. The first tentacle made contact, then another, then more after.

The acrylic rolled away and the vat just…sat there. After a beat, concerned she did it wrong, she went up to investigate and poked it. Her finger caused the surface to ripple, and tendrils started to arise slowly. Whatever this thing was, it seemed calm and receptive to feedback (and not broken).

The clerk gave the rundown and assigned her a room. On the floor, in the center, a vat was covered in transparent acrylic which allowed her to see the purple goo that appeared to take notice of her presence. She undressed and watched the…thing…watching her. When she was ready she pushed the button.

2-Tentacles #Bonktober69

It was described to her as “getting tied up where the ropes do all the work” and frankly being able to experience bondage without someone else in the room sounded like a dream to someone riddled with anxiety. After several long minutes she worked up the courage to go inside

#Bonktober69 #1 - Tomboy

I was lamenting my inability to put words out, something about this thing inspired me. Let's see how many I can actually do, but it'll be fun to try!

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"We agreed on princesses!"

"Xena, warrior princess. Nice to meet you. Now if you'll excuse me I think I see Lita over there in a Gabrielle costume. The stars have aligned and I have a chance to make one of my dreams come true."

"You looked great as a cheerleader though! I don't want to do this Trish but...if you dont match with us I'll need to give your ticket to someone else. You know you wanna go, plus I heard Lita will be there and I know she adored your outfit last year."

"...princesses?"

"YAY! See you at the party!"

“Two, I don't wanna. Three, what part of this body screams 'princess'? Is it the grease marks? I can skip my shower after my shift at the garage if that’d help sell the whole thing. I'm not doing it Stacy, sorry."

"I'm not doing it."

"But whyyy. It'd be so good and the rest of the girls already have their dresses! You'd be the odd one out!"

"Well, for one, you promised me last year that if I went along with the cheerleader thing that'd I’d get to pick this years theme. I didn’t buy a rugby costume for fun.

I tried this once and I woke up with it in my bed. Not that I'm complaining, it was a wonderful addition. I barely even miss the fingers I lost that day!

@charlatanmonarch.bsky.social

I was looking back on my catalog of things written last night and realized it had been a number of years since I had written anything really of my own. I've been trying to warm the furnace again. Getting back into reading, keeping an open mind. Long for the days they had to pry the keyboard from me