Or in short I'm a horny tranny schizo having a lusty delusion

To worship the power I hold over what is weak and easily broken. A single hit, a single shot making the weak material of humanity fall.
I am a holy machine of violence, a machine that craves endless brutality for the sake of pleasure. Through fist and iron channeling ecstasy within my wires.

Through faith that runs so deep I grip my iron tight. Desire to hear it scream again as I cock and firmly pull it's trigger. It's aim is true, to pierce the hearts and minds of those without belief.
I am steel that hungers, hungers for violence, hungers for flesh and blood to fall to my knees.

Consequence of Bloodlust

It never feels good after.

It gnaws and thrashes inside. Begging for release, begging for a victim.
Soulless eyes affixed on a body so delicious. A need for a knife to be plunged deep within.
I find you disgusting, find your fantasies too shallow, you think only with desire.
It sparks hatred and wrath, madness and murder.

If you cannot love your own overtaken corpse then who can?

Two flavours.

For those few squeamish, this space isn't for you.

This is a place for us to share the more uns8vory thoughts and art that come to our mind. That does include gore, para inclin8tions and other such debauchery.

Venting also won't 8e uncommon, thoughts pile up too easily.

An eldritch entity invading a hosts frail 8ody from the inside out. Spilling from orifices, 8r8king 8ones to make itself more comforta8le inside. Awake enough to see and feel it all, until your mind is no longer your own and the pain stops mattering as much.

We should draw that.