Sad Monster

@dyre.bsky.social

Resident coffee gremlin and horror author writing disturbing and delectable fiction about terrible things and fantastical places. If you're here I assume you know what you're getting into.

"the moment you compromise the rights of a trans person in America, you compromise the rights of every citizen in America" - AOC quite healing to hear a single politician actually articulate this basic basic point

More Perfect University@mpuniversity.bsky.social · 15h ago

Trans voter to @aoc.bsky.social: Trans people in America feel like they've been abandoned by the Democratic Party, that we are a losing issue, that it's not worth defending us. What do you say to that? AOC:

My two erotica stories about trees are the only thing in the dendrophilia tag on itch. They'll even be joined by two more when I get my finished novellas some covers. Everyone else needs to write some tree porn. If I'm the only one in this it's weird...

Surprise money is some sort of curse. Hey, you got money you weren't expecting, how lovely! Something costing just over that amount is going to break. Have fun with your negative gains.

I have discovered a benefit to my freshly horrible fatigue; It keeps my mania from hurting me. I am too worn out to get stuck in the same activity for hours on end, either my body or brain crash and I have to stop. Managed to do stuff today because of it but now I hurt everywhere and am afraid.

Mark This Is Good News Invincible

Alt: Invincible gif where Omniman, hands and forearms soaked in blood, floats down to his dejected son to proclaim, "Mark, this is good news"

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Got Valkyr in #Warframe kinda by accident, as I was grinding for other things in the area her parts drop but I make every frame I can and try them and I love this berserker kitty so much I maxed her already. I need her prime...but it is vaulted so I must yearn, I guess.

Okay, #AwesomeCharacters, I'm going to need stilts, a lot of fabric, a voice changer and incredibly elaborate puppetry... But I would dress up as Parnamyr immediately if I thought I could. 20 foot tall horror coming through. Scare so many people. Perhaps traumatize a few. It'd be glorious.

💀🫜 Count Charlie (Chelizabeth) Deltula 🦊🧛‍♂️@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · yesterday

Tell me about your #AwesomeCharacters Ok everyone! It's just over a week to Halloween which means there is still time to make this happen! Which of your characters would you most want to dress up as for Halloween? Assume money is no object! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

‘Wildwood’ director Travis Knight on AI: “A pencil is a tool. A paintbrush is a tool. A 3D printer is a tool. A digital capture is a tool. AI is not a tool. AI can go fuck itself.”

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Here is some of what I wrote today, so you may have these ladies doing naughty things in a bathroom. I had to look up what bathroom stalls are made of...there's a lot of options but I'd imagine the beefy lady what runs the bar would pick steel (powder coated but why be so specific in the words).

"Out," she clipped to a wobbly woman leaving a stall. Someone she'd never seen but didn't want crowding what was hers right then. Or would be.
The woman left, if she wiped her mouth and gestured rudely about the tone first.
As she did another entered.
No words for her, though she was who Mel wanted. Instead she leaned against a crude drawing of what absolutely wasn't the tulip all its leaves and petals suggested and waited.
While Cindy approached smiling too innocently for the heat in her eyes, speaking only when close enough to tease the soft blouse Mel wore, rubbing its fabric in her fingers as she did, "You wa--"
A thumb silenced her, firm and hot on her lips, aided by a gentle grip of her chin. Mel shook her head, tugging ever so on Cindy's bottom lip, but didn't say anything... didn't want to hear anything either. Not words, anyhow. Not anything that might disrupt the little fantasy bubbling in her skull. 
When the next words on Cindy's lips made to escape she blocked them with her own, having to lean and tilt that round chin up to do it. Kiss returned, with hands snaking under blouse and around to back, those words were lost entirely...breath momentarily shared for the tongues seeking to tangle so wet and warm together.
Fingers, while digging so delectably into the folds of her back, would be lost for what Mel wanted more. Leaving lips to trace neck and collar in hungry kisses, she dropped chin for waist and savored the soft gasp as she rubbed down the rough flowing dress Cindy wore. Lower still she rubbed, dropping to near to her knees to reach beneath the thin fabric...where she bit her lip for nothing under it but a small forest of curly blonde hairs.
Cindy made correct assumptions, giggling as she lifted the dress to drape it over Mel's meticulously styled hairdo. But she didn't expect an arm guiding her leg over a shoulder, or the tight grip on her thighs to get the other over.When Mel stood up she did so with a face full of sweat and hair, trembling legs locked around her collar...confused fingers snatching tight to her scalp as the dress pooled against her forehead.
"Fuck, what are y--" Cindy tried but a sharp nibble of flesh too sensitive stalled words before a hot, wet tongue tasting her so sweetly deep stretched any further ones to a moan.
Mel melted in it...and fled with it into the nearest stall as the door to the restroom opened. Giggling into her hair, Cindy was silenced by a quick set of fingers between her lips.
Ones she suckled for the shove of her back into scratched and markered steel, the tighter coil of fingers on her thigh, and the rougher taste between them. The salaciously slow curl of a tongue so perfectly placed earned the muffled cry she gave it...
But it wasn't enough.
Not near enough to what Mel ached to hear. A song she wouldn't get while they had company.
A song she demanded by yanking Cindy around and shoving her firm but careful into the opposite wall of their stall, one shared by the invaded of their space--public means little when one desires private.
"Shit!" Was what she earned first, followed by a quick scramble she couldn't see and hardly heard through the tighter vice of thighs on her ears.
Nibbling teeth begged a freed tongue and Mel obliged, gifted a breathy confirmation, "Just...just us now..."
With a soft lick of apology, Mel pulled away to see what all that gasping made of Cindy's smooth features and was met with a whimper. One she teased with another lick too slow and soft, a tender nibble urging more of a squeak. "Good," she spoke into tight little curls, "then you can stop being so quiet."
"Quie--" Cindy made to protest but nibble turned bite and tug and puffed it to moaned breaths.

"I'm going to take a nap." "Cool, enjoy your nap. I will try not to be bitter that it took you ten years to want naps." "What?" "You were fucking awful baby. Fantastic now but awful baby." "I'm so sorry." "Honestly it's probably genetic...but it felt like I didn't sleep for five years. So. Bitter."

I ate a food, this means I can smash ladies together some more, yes? I was working on the scene while waiting to pick my son up from school so I am hoping this means yes.

I got bullied into eating by my son, who is not happy my choice was a sorry excuse for a quesadilla... on account of I can't have cheese. But this cheese didn't hurt last time so nyeh. Also I don't want to cook and this is just tortilla, cheese, microwave (don't hurt me I'm tired).

God I am so fucking angry Queer folks, tell your stories. Mainstream, independent, comics, zines, games, shorts, novels, film, whatever your medium whatever your genre There are increasingly fewer platforms for them, so it is more important than ever to make sure they get out into the world

560 words, didn't finish the scene but it's happening. It's fun writing confident characters, more so when they're terribly generous lovers and those with them are surprised by this. This lonely horny mess of a woman is going to make me work for my monster porn. Have to break her heart a few times.

I write too many monsters. The normal human sex is boring to write. Where are your fangs, they should be itching for blood. Why is your tongue so short. How do you do anything with so few hands. Your appendages are inadequate. I hope it's still sexy for somebody but I'm bored out of my mind.

Episode recorded and scheduled and I go to sleep now yes. Really hating how everything makes me tired now. I can't afford to take up drugs, body, you gotta get it together.

Have to wait for son to sleep so I can record because my warmup is singing along to Adele for the belted notes (they help clear out the throat even if I am bad at them) and he doesn't need to hear that. Nobody needs to hear that. But I is so seepy he better go to bed soon or he's going to hear it.