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Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Jul 27

hello this is me, i like art and lesbians. you'll be seing a lot of that here. enjoy

Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Sep 11

im so sorry i keep forgetting i have this app

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taq @undetaqted.bsky.social · Sep 3

vi helps cait tape for the first time. a little gender (gnc4masc caitvi) for @childofplut0.bsky.social

thanks for donating! 💙🙏

Cait smiles watching Vi make short work of the cotton pad, then another, to get it the right size. It’s She steps closer, feeling the cool air on her skin. She leans over and sees the tape with the corners already rounded, the two cotton circles suddenly making everything feel a lot more real, like this is actually happening.
“You’ve viewed the diagrams?”
She nods, fingers trailing gently over the soft material, envisioning how it’ll go on her skin, how she’s to—.
“Hey—” Vi’s hand closes over hers “—we’re just trying this.”
She nods.
“It’s easy to take off, a little oil, a little waiting, voila.”
She nods again.
Vi squeezes her hand gently. “It’s going to be alright.”
Caitlyn chuckles. It never ceases to awe her just how well Vi knows her, just how well Vi can read her, just how much Vi cares.
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” she says.
“I know,” says Vi.

Caitlyn’s smile wobbles. She can feel it wobbling. She can feel her breath tremble in the air of her bedroom.
“It’s going to be alright no matter what happens,” Vi says.
No matter what happens.
“You’re going to be ok,” says Vi. “We’re just going to learn a few things about you. That’s all. No pressure. No expectations. No matter what it is we learn. It’s going to be ok.”
It feels a little insane. She knows logically that it will be ok. She knows that she is not the first to try this, not the first in her family, not even the first in her marriage. She knows that this will change nothing between them, knows that this will change very little of how Vi sees her, knows that this is a thing people do.
But knowing that people do this is different from doing it herself.
It’s different.
It’s scary.
What if she likes it?

What if she likes it? What if she likes it so much that life becomes unbearable without it? What if she likes it so much that when she looks into the mirror she’ll never want to see anything else ever again? What if—
Vi’s hand wraps gently up, curves around the warmth of her cheek, cups the soft parts of her soul, pulls her down into a kiss that is slow and devastatingly tender. Caitlyn sinks into it, sinks straight into the deep end, lets Vi be the one to hold her close and hold her gentle.
“Cait,” says Vi, lips a hair’s breadth from her own, words whispered in the space between them. “Take the leap.”
Caitlyn swallows.
“I’ll catch you wherever you land.”

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kahel @kahelmoan.bsky.social · Aug 15

caitvi 69

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taq @undetaqted.bsky.social · Aug 14

🔞 hexstrapwarming caitvi snippet.

primarily pwp. will hopefully finish this before kinktober but we'll see

There's an old record spinning in the background, an almost distant hum; not quite from the next room but perhaps from the parlor beyond, given how faint it is. It's a tune she doesn't quite recognize which means this disc was probably found by Vi.
A soft pant.
Caitlyn's hands pause in their writing and almost instantly there's the quietest hint of a whine hastily gulped down the back of Vi's throat.
“Darling,” she says. “You know there's no shame in asking for what you want.”
Vi's glare is baleful but there is no anger behind it, more of a pout than a scowl, more of a plea than a threat.
“m'fine,” Vi mutters. “You said you had work.”
Caitlyn doesn't jostle her. That would be immature and spiteful and she is neither of those things, the love of her life sunk deep on her cock, doing her very best to pretend this is all she wants and that she wouldn't rather Caitlyn be fucking her senseless right now.
So Caitlyn hums instead and continues working on the report.
It is, admittedly, rather distracting because Vi is soft and warm, so goddamn hot and wet and perfectly tight, clenching on the hexstrap like she thinks Caitlyn won't notice.
Caitlyn does.
Of course she does.
But she's had practice; frankly, she's no less stubborn and perhaps hates losing even more than her beautiful wife.
“I did,” she says after a while, pen stopping again.
Vi's eyes light up at the usage of past tense.
Caitlyn can feel the squirm of disappointment when she reaches for the next sheet, as the candle begins to burn lower.
Good.

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taq @undetaqted.bsky.social · Aug 14

mouth full of bones

a caitlyn grief character study ft. caitvi
archiveofourown.org/works/69218411

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 14

I'm non, and here is everything and everywhere and all at once related to my stuff:

nonamel.carrd.co

nonamel_art

nonamel.carrd.co

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SMITSKI @smltskl.bsky.social · Aug 5

noxian caitlyn #caitlynkiramman #arcane

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 14

pressure

#caitlynkiramman #arcanetwt

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Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Aug 15

this was initially just a sketch but i've been commissioned to finish it so thank @nonamel.bsky.social for that lol
taped cait in celebration and she's also packing™ tysm for your support!! 🫶🫶💙💙

Two drawings of Caitlyn. On the left, she's putting a black blazer on, her torso is completely bare save for the strips of trans tape on her chest. On the right, the blazer is on, slipping down a bit from her left shoulder. She's facing the camera with her head tilted to the right.

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Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Aug 15

caitvi as that one silly couple doing the rasputin dance

commission for azulatara on twt thank you sm i had so much fun they're so silly and full of joy and whimsy together

Full body drawing of Vi and Caitlyn dancing and being silly together. Vi is wearing a white shirt with a tie, black pants and black shoes. Caitlyn is wearing a light blue dress and black sandals. They're looking at eachother with the biggest grin and a loving gaze. The background is white with an ochre square in the center, small stars and hearts around them.

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Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Aug 13

speak ur thruth🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ todo el mundo debería decir chachi

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 13

Vi r Cane getting some back massage

#Caitvi #piltoversfinest

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 12

I have free will
Elysia nd Caitlyn with something explaining for my logic

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 5

masc4masc caitvi kissin

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 4

+ masc4masc caitvi
first time strap frotting

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 4

pattern recognition

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 4

trying out new brushes again
#caitvi #piltoversfinest

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Aug 3

brush test

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SmolSnail_ @smolsnail.bsky.social · Aug 11

Whatever, go my kolibries

#SIGNALIS #signalisfanart

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Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Aug 12

'There was once warmth in her heart; in dreams, she sees a figure, wild and untamed, in a world not meant for her.'
commission for nonamel.bsky.social !!! tyy i really enjoyed drawing this ^^ #Caitvi

Snow moon Caitlyn touches a strand of Vi's hair with her left hand and cups her face with her right. Vi holds the hand cait's touching her hair with with her right and brushes aways a strand of cait's hair with her left. Cait's touch leaves a frozen effect on Vi's skin. They are making eye contact and staring at eachother with a longing look in their faces. The background is gray with tiny snowflakes around

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khannoli @khannolini.bsky.social · Aug 3

Bat Cait and cat Vi kissss inspired by taq’s snippet #caitvi

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Pluto @childofplut0.bsky.social · Aug 2

yo soy agénero por eso lo hice🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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CanineKing @canineking.bsky.social · Aug 1

a half eaten apple #caninekingOCs

The artist's OCs doing the latest art Twitter trend involving apples. The character Faye is resting her head on her hand under her chin and is holding up an apple by the stem. She gazes sadly at it. The apple is half eaten and in the negative space of the apple's shape, her love interest's side portrait faintly fills it out.

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taq @undetaqted.bsky.social · Aug 1

emperor Vi, qilin Cait, a fever dream. imperial china #caitvi.

I've had this art in my head since the moment I laid eyes on it... perhaps this is the prequel to something more?

Vi opens her eyes to the soft tinkle of metal chimes, to the darkness of stars and the dim, dim glow of the lantern running low. Sweat clings to her skin despite the heat of the summer night. She’s not sure if she’s hot or cold, not sure if the silk blanket is helping or harming. There should be someone here. There usually is someone here, right outside the door, if not in it.
The Emperor is ill. There would be no reason for the room to be empty.
Another soft chime.
The gentle touch of gloriously cool fingers on her brow; Vi follows the folds of soft, impossibly blue cloth, the sky on a summer’s day, a clear morning in winter, follows them up to an eye of a shade she has never seen, ethereal in the barely-there lantern light. Gold drips from the woman’s ears, dangles from a pair of horns like the branches of a dearly-loved tree, rounded and perfectly smooth as ivory.
Vi’s throat dries.
“Am I dying?”
The celestial creature shakes her head, hand retreating from Vi’s warm skin. Scales creep down from the midnight blue hair that swishes with the motion—there is something unearthly about the rigidity amidst the fluid motion, in the stiffness that belies each graceful shift.

“Am I dreaming?”
“Who am I to tell the child of heaven what she dreams of?”
“They say the qilin only appears at the birth or death of a sage,” Vi says. “You say I am not dying.”
The horns tilt in a melodious chime. Now that blue head turns. Now Vi sees that gold has webbed itself across where the left eye should be, dangles across the angles of a sharp cheek, scooped liquid around a pointed ear.
“You think yourself a sage?”
The woman’s gaze is serious, the words dry.
“No,” says Vi. “But you are here in my chambers and therefore I must conclude that this is a dream.”
“Is everything incongruent with the sayings a dream?”
“We have not seen a qilin in centuries,” Vi says. “A dream holds more reality than a myth, for one is experienced, the other only told.”
“Does that make the tales any less true?”
“I do not know. I can only tell from what I see. Why else would this not be a dream?” Vi sits up slowly, her bones aching, her sweat beginning to chill in the still night air.

The touch to her throat is firm, the fingers slender as they send the beating of her heart to the moon. The moon. That is what she reminds Vi of, this mythical being who sits by her bedside and looks at her like she is a puzzle to be solved. Distant yet familiar, cold yet warm.
“Why are you here?”
The touch falls, the hand retreats back under the early morning silk.
“What does the child of heaven wish to hear?”
“The truth,” says Vi. “I would have you speak the truth to me.”
“Because few do?”
“Few speak plainly with me.”
“Is it not comforting to hear what one wishes to hear?”
“Not when it is lies, not when it is the concoction of a poisoned heart seeking to deepen only one’s coffers, when it is the machinations of those who crave power for its corrupting sake.”
“And what would the child of the heavens know of the corruption of power? She who was born with the world promised at her feet?”

Vi’s mouth shuts.
A smile plays upon the qilin’s face, a wry one, uncruel but equally unkind. “What is it you fear, young one?” The twitch of lips. The tips of fingers under Vi’s jaw, tilting her head up.
“What do you think they are not telling you?”
Vi’s fists clench.
“They think I am simple,” she says. “That I act rashly, that I am soft-hearted, weak-willed, easily persuaded to folly.”
“And are you?”
Her eyes snap up, the fire within them ready to come crashing down, only to find a fathomless depth of ice glancing back at her, still as the morning pond and darker than the night sky, older than the tales.
“I am soft-hearted,” Vi grits out, forces the words from between her teeth, “but I do not think that to be so wrong. I do not think kindness is wrong.”
A quiet descends.
“It shall be interesting,” says the qilin. “To find out if all under heaven can be governed by the heart.”
And then Vi remembers no more.

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nonamel🔞 @nonamel.bsky.social · Jul 31

just another day

#caitvi #piltoversfinest

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