By Her Cover – Chapter 1

Danielle can’t get the toxic white boy in her class out of her head. He’s racist, presumptive and talks all over her – even if he’s kind of cute and well intentioned. Maybe it’s not so bad to just play along a bit?

Read “By Her Cover” on Archive of Our Own

First chapter of my collaboration with Goddess of Tirar is up on AO3.

I’m pretty excited about the take on Asain TF – it’s definitely a realistic and twisted framework compared my typical, fantastical race change content.

She’s also started posting her prolific backlog of Tirar fantasy erotica on AO3!

Lowered Expectations

From the pink, ditzy voice in your head:

Disappoint your parents.

Shame your family.

Break your teachers’ hearts.

Their expectations are holding you back.

Make yourself sexy and stupid for random perverts on the internet.

Your culture, your heritage, your “standards” – all are preventing you from being truly happy.

Be who you really are.

Be dumb.

Be slutty.

Give in.

Bimbo is better.

Just a Thot

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Original gif source: @Chanel.uzi
fragDerazter69: ug whos the chick in vc?
NotUrDaddz17: idk but shes annoying af

“Fuck you guys! I’m carrying this match!”

fragDerazter69: bs - i bet your just on mic while your bf plays

“Shit like this is why girls think gaming is toxic. Grow up you cretin.”

NotUrDaddz17: haha no not her bf - check out the shit kd rt
NotUrDaddz17: prob some titty twitch ethot
fragDerazter69: lol bet shes controller too
fragDerazter69: can get away beingg crap when youre just ina bra!!

“Not every girl is some ‘thot’… Ummm…”

NotUrDaddz17: bitch missed the jump haha

“Sorry, I got distracted… Wait, what was I saying?”

fragDerazter69: u were about to plug ur onlyfans
NotUrDaddz17: LAWL

“Like, I guess? Wait, I don’t have one!”

fragDerazter69: just dm us ur tits
fragDerazter69: all bimbos r good 4

“That’s, like, totally mean! I-I…”

NotUrDaddz17: thot is afk now - what a ditz

“Ugh! Sorry, I’m totally spacing! Games are like so hard!”

fragDerazter69: just drop and send yr tits bimbo
NotUrDaddz17: dude shes friending us????
fragDerazter69: told u - just a thot

Asian Blondes Have More Fun

“It’s not a real thing!” she protested.

This sexist asshole – where did he get off saying shit like this.

“An Asian girl can be blonde without it meaning she… she…”

What was that disgusting phrase he used? 

“A bleached bimbo for white cock!”

She made a face, sticking her tongue out to emphasize how gross it was.

“Like, I’m not some dumb, ditzy… umm”

What was the word again? She just said it.

“Slutty, Asian bimbo. Like, a total cock slut or whatever!”

Wait, this was confusing. What was she so upset about?

“It’s so stupid and confusing.”

She twirled her hair and bit her lip, trying to remember. God, she could be so spacey around cute guys!

“It’s not, like easy for me! Do you know how hard it is… how hard it is to…”

I wonder how hard he is? I bet he’s, like, super hung.

“To think around yummy hard cocks like that?”

Wait, no! That wasn’t right!

“Oh god, it’s like, not what I meant, mister!”

She pouted.

“Can, I like just suck it? I promise I look super cute with a cock in my mouth!”

She giggled as he pulled it out.

“OMG – it’s like soooo big!” 

She was so lucky he was there. Blonde Asian bimbos like her needed this.

Pretty Fate Machine

Interlude 2 – “You Know What You Are?”

Read the story so far Pretty Fate Machine – Book 1 “Movie Night”

August ▓▓▓▓

It’s difficult living a lie.

Trying to hide something from someone close to you.

Even when it’s the right thing, when you’re doing it for your own protection.

Every awkward pause is a moment where you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time they have something they want to talk about, you wonder if they found out.

Especially with your parents. Especially when you’re still living with them.

As a teen, a low level stress seeps into your relationship with them. You avoid spending too much time alone. You find excuses to not be as present.

The need to remove yourself from the specter of investigation looms over you day and night. As if not being physically present would somehow shield them from ever finding the truth.

So when you father calls you in to “talk about something important” your heart rate goes crazy. You look for an excuse.

When he says “No, we can’t talk about it later,” your adrenaline is kicking in.

You try and maintain composure. You try to act like you haven’t been waiting for this for months.

“I wanted to talk to you about this, just the two of us. I know how much it would upset your mother.” He says, that look on his face saying he’s not mad, just disappointed.

Continue reading “Pretty Fate Machine”