Wired: Breast augmentation
Inspired: Beast augmentation. Give me a fucking tail cowards
just 4 raccoons in a trenchcoat.
- it/fae/she(/they)
(currently preferring it/its pronouns)
https://justaweirdvivi.neocities.org.
your local plural gay ace nb transfem genderfluid raccoon. (θΔ)
18 y/o. speaking 🇩🇪/🇬🇧. meows and awoos a lot.
as seen on the fediverse and the birdsite.
for DMs:
message me on matrix (@luna:fef.moe) or discord (@trenchcoatraccoons)
new pfp: toon me! picrew
old pfp: picrew #1322863
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in reply to @AzureFemme's post:
I just want cybernetics to turn me into an eldritch cyborg, extra arms, bladed appendages, more eyes, you know. normal things
centipedes make do with less neural tissue than I have devoted to remembering ads from the 90s, c'mon just shove a few extra utility limbs in there it'll be fine
So...you wanna be Belisarius Cawl from Warhammer 40k? Cause that's what I'm hearing.
"breast augmentation" but it's like sci fi super cyborg augments not size increase
Fembot augments. Gimme flamethrower tits. I'm gonna start grilling out at magat rallies.
hell yes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKPpbbqvPmA <- may i interest you in a gay flamethrower bitch?
I read a fic once where the main character gave a blowjob to a nurse with an ovipositor tail.
Okay I might have written that fic actually.
Yes I know antlers will make sleeping awkward, I only want small ones, it'll be fine
with the latest advances in materials science your antlers can be made retractable, or extensible up to an FAA-mandated 2000ft limit. Wind remains an issue.
NGL, username rocks. Also, did I hear anyone say it's fox-boy time or was that just me?
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