This is Wrex! After six months, my pretty little alien-dinosaur son is done. I made him as a gift for my partner and I’m so thrilled with how he turned out.
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deconstructive sex pollen fic where proper containment, quarantine, and treatment protocols are followed. there’s no sex, just a lot of sitting alone in rooms while horny.
yeah sorry that’s a load bearing green neck ribbon. it’s up to you boss i mean take it off if you want but it’s very much a structural necessity.

Thanks Rob.
I live to make your day just a little bit brighter, Evie. :-D
I endorse this message, except for one detail: the microorganisms cohabiting with me are not all parasitic – with a majority of them, I am living a symbiotic mutual relationship.
I am my own polycule. 💞
It’s a convincing argument
“If stuff was just handed to me I’d have no motivation to do anything! That’s human nature!”
No, babe, that’s depression. Psychologically healthy people are still motivated to do things even when their survival isn’t being actively threatened.