Lilac

@purplenanite.bsky.social

Hello, my name is Lilac! I am a nanite swarm from the moon of Cantor (custom species). Pronouns: (it/its, she/her) ΘΔ
 yearning for Aotearoa Socials: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lilacperegrine https://clockwork.monster/@lilacperegrine

I've decided to start writing dark twisted erotic fantasy. From these excerpts you can see its the kind that's maybe even a little too dark and twisted for some, but I guess you could say that, like my protagonist, I'm not like other girls.

"I feel nothing being with you!" I say in defiance.

"Your body says otherwise," he says. As an example, he points to my hands, which I hadn't realized were both giving a thumbs up.

"Traitorous thumbs," I say under my breath. "Crap. Fuck. This sucks."

I shove my hands behind my back so he can't see them, but then he starts doing this evil sex move where he thrusts even faster and they start applauding so he can still tell I actually like it anyway."Perhaps a night in the gaol will make you less defiant." He snarls with his sex mouth. At first I thought he had said "jail" because that was how he pronounced it, because that is how that word is pronounced and also it has the same meaning, but I didn't know that because I had only seen that version of the word written down. Or maybe I had heard it spoken but every time I did I had assumed they were saying "jail." There's honestly no way for me to know.

"Its pronounced GAOL!" I shout back, nowhere close to the correct pronounciation. Like, not even remotely on the map with that one.The Prince aimed his bonewand at us. Not the Bonewand that turns people into bones, but the bonewand, which is unrelated and uncapitalized. The one that shoots bones. 

Sharp bones pierced poor Wingwind, shredding his semitendinosus, his brachiocephalicus, his sternomandibularis, and his registertocontinueusingfreehorseanatomydotcom. As we fell from the sky, the valiant pegasus turned his head and spoke to me.

"My lady, you must live. No matter what happens, no matter what degredations you face, you must live. Even if the degredations get kind of sexy, you must live so that you can find love, feministly. Even if its with a guy who at least kind of sucks, you must do this."

"Holy shit, you can talk?" I said."Do you ever worry that the confines of our imagination have made actual intimacy impossible? That we merely seek to replicate the same failed dynamics we grew up surrounded by, in roles we slide into out of entropy rather than any real connection we feel to them, only now with elaborate pageantry we've constructed in order to feel empowered instead of debased?" He asks me, making me a bit uncomfortable since he's now talking about feelings like some kind of gay or one of those girls that I'm different from.

"Wuh-oh! Sounds like someone's got a case of the grumpies that can only be solved by doing some kind of crazy sex kink! Like, maybe a new kind of missionary, but one where I'm on my tummy." I retort.

For a moment I think he's about to cry but then at the last second he sternly nods and begins taking off his pants.

1 in 10000 robots built have Situs inversus, making all their bolts left-handed instead of right-handed! (lefty-tighty, righty-loosy) isnt knowledge amazing?!

I'm truly honored to have the opportunity to create artwork for d682—this will undoubtedly become a memorable and joyful experience. (◦˙▽˙◦) I'm deeply grateful to d682 for allowing me to draw his character. for @d682.bsky.social 💖💖💖

Bild