Flarch-zilxch - Sister Stars

Here are some interesting facts about the raven:

• They are one of the most intelligent birds on the planet - they can solve tasks, play tricks on other animals and can count

• Ravens can imitate human speech just like parrots

• They can reach 2 feet in size from head to tail - bigger than some cats

• Ravens do things just for fun, such as sliding down snowy hills, swooping when flying, and they even build their own toys out of sticks and rocks

• People who have owned ravens have said they are cat-like in nature and can be very cuddly and affectionate, but can throw a strop when they don't get their way

• Science has found that ravens can communicate by "gesturing", and point their beak in certain directions to tell other ravens where to go

• When they reach adolescence, ravens leave their parents to find other teenage ravens and join "teenage gangs"

• Ravens are monogamous and mate for life

• Although they have been seen for centuries to represent death and sadness, ravens are compassionate, loving animals and will console their raven friends if they have been injured

All in all, ravens are amazing and beautiful animals!

Oh to be a switch with a traditionally small subby body, only to be used perfectly as a dom... Big pleading doe eyes, filled with hunger and malice as they look their sub up and down, for the first place to sink their teeth Soft supple skin, perfect to gently coo or dote on their sub, and perform aftercare Lips and tongue so skilled, they can make their subs mouth submit without any more then a kiss, and a wet plop A small slender body so flexible and spry, able to reach every nook and cranny of the subs body, inside and out And once out of the bedroom, they put on the cutest oversized hoodie with a stitched in pair of cat ears, and a bright pair of thigh highs,,, no one would know just the depts. of her skills as a dom besides you, or whoever she shows you off to~

I feel like we don’t talk about cults enough in the hypnokink community. And I mean the real shit, sure, everyone’s heard of the hypno harem fantasy, but I mean something more serious. I want to worship my master as if they are a god, as if I believe I am nothing without them, as if i have been led astray and taken and misguided and used. I’m so dumb, such a gullible poor soul for even being the type to fall for this scam, but that’s okay, the leader will take care of me and think for me since I obviously can’t think for myself. Mantras pouring out of my mouth like chants as I pay tribute with my body and mind… marking myself up with writing for a ritual… specific instructions on how to live every aspect of life, for the leader…

I want a little toy to cock warm me at night. I want to cuddle, my hand wrapped around your throat and my cock buried deep inside of your tight little hole. Feeling you uncontrollably clench around my cock as you struggle to keep something so big inside of you. My thrusts are gentle as I whisper praises and encouragement into your ear. My grip starts tightening around your throat, making you quickly fall unconscious and I use the opportunity to take advantage of your limp and helpless body. Making you take my entire cock, I fuck you as deep as your body will take me, tearing you open as you’re stretched beyond your limits. Brutally using you while you lay unconscious only to feel you stir awake and going back to the gentle thrusts that you think put you to sleep, completely toying with your pathetic little brain. My other hand slides up your neck, I whisper into your ear “I love you baby, you’re so perfect for me,” as the grip of both of my hands tighten around your throat forcing you back into a deep sleep. “Finally” I say under my breath continuing to fuck you as roughly as I can, making sure you’re covered in bruises and sore from the inside out after I have my way with your practically lifeless body, turning you into my personal little cumdump and forcefully breeding you before you wake up and even realize what has happened to you

you had that dream again. you're all grown up. you've got a degree and a boyfriend but you got a little too drunk and flirty at a bar and went home with an alluring stranger. you try to get up but you're chained to the bed. you start screaming and pulling at the chain. Daddy runs in, but he's not really Daddy, he's a monster. He pins you down, tells you it's alright and that you just need your dose adjusted again. Then the little prick in your arm and the dream ends.

It's a scary dream. But Daddy's here and holding you. you cry and ask why you keep having that same dream. Daddy says it'll go away when you turn 19, but you've been putting a little scratch in your wall when he's not looking to count each time he tells you that, and there are almost 1000 scratches now. you must have this dream a lot.

Daddy runs his hand between your thighs and you forget about the dream for now. That feels good. Daddy's not a monster.

Its funny, the less you breathe the more I like you.

Let's see how long my pretty little pet can go without hm?

Those big words that come out of your mouth make you really pretty. When you go on and tell me about things you really enjoy and their nuances and how in-depth the information you know goes just makes me wanna… ruin you

I’d sit you on my lap and place my hands on your hips with your legs wrapped around mine. I’d be watching you get all flustered as you continue to talk to me. Watching you struggle to keep on topic while you feel my hands rub up and down your body. It just makes me just wanna slowly wrap my hands around your neck as you talk and get you all flustered as you start stuttering but while still listening, I’d tell you

“Keep going”

Hearing you try your best to continue as my hands wrap tighter around your throat. Feeling your involuntary struggle and squirms up abasing my body as you start to break eye contact, tripping over your own words.

“When you’re talking to someone, you’re supposed to look at them”

Regardless of if you managed to resume eye contact and talk even just a little more or refuse to continue from shyness, ego, pride, or embarrassment, it would all end the same regardless. With you shutting down and finally feeling the rest of my strength wrap around your neck.

Feeling you claw at my wrists as you look at me again with a smile on my face, watching you struggle.

Just as your eyes start to roll upward, I’d let go of your neck letting you breath again.

“Open up your little hole for me”

I’d tell you in a soft voice. There wasn’t any need to raise or demand anything since you were already an addicted little broken slut anyway. You’d timidly start to strip off your clothes until your pretty little hole was revealed. I’d press my cock against the tip, cross your arms and hold you tight by the wrist. Would your little hole remember every moment that I had violated your insides?

The feeling of me deep inside you, marking your insides as mine as I molded your pretty little hole to my shape.

And with a quick pull and a thrust, I’m deep inside you and those memories would come rushing back. Yet, you still had some semblance of you inside.

I’d slowly pull out of you but your hole would greedily try to keep me in as you squeeze it around my cock. Just as it’s about to leave, it slams back inside of you and the feeling of a piece of you just slips through your hand.

What were you talking about before? Then again, I slam into you

Why was this happening? Then again

How did it end up like this? And again

You feel so full don’t you? And again

It feels good. And again

It felsh gud. And again

It felsh sooo gud. And again

Until you’re a bumbling mess. All you’d be able to think and say is that it feels so good. I’d feed you lines to degrade yourself as well as each time I slam into your insides, your ego slips away and you fall deeper into being a dumb little slut.

“You’re such a dumb little fucking whore aren’t you? You pretend to be big and smart but in reality you’re just a little whore that wants their insides filled”

“You just looove my cock taking your insides. Turning your hole to my personal little fuckhole has been the best thing to ever happen to you isn’t it?”

After I finish using your dumb little hole and you finally can collect yourself, I’d tease and bully you more. Run my hands through your hair with my knee pressed over your twitching hole, recounting every little thing I did to you and how much of a doll you were. How easy it was to break you.

Then I’d let you keep yapping in my ear :3

Hello all who may be looking at this tiny blog!

We're Sister Stars, or just Stars for short. A plural DID system who loves to horny post! We have some pretty extreme fantasies and kinks, so if anything like that makes you uncomfortable, hey! No judgment! Just block me and you'll never see me again, but if anything of mine interests you, make sure to like or reblog so i can start looking at you a little more, they dont call me a stalker for no reason afterall <3

obviously Minors DNI, and content warning for everything from CNC to snuff.

hope you all have a lovely day <3

and dont think i dont see you reading this post as we speak~

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to