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lord forgive me for the things i’ve said and thought about this man made of pixels

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that’s disgusting (hot as hell)

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Gosh you haven't posted anything in so long!..

How's your health going, may I ask?

Hello, Anon 🖤

It has not been good at all. My condition has been deteriorating and has required more care than before. It’s been very difficult to do much of anything, let alone write.

I’m very very thankful to my patient commissioners, I’m cautiously optimistic about getting back to writing sooner rather than later.

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had a dream that I met a wizard and we fell in love and became unhealthily attached to each other so we decided to meld into one single creature together but the process was horrifically slow and painful and most of the dream was us lying in bed holding hands while lesions opened up in our skin and seeped out blue and green fluid and the wizard said "this is going to take a very very long time" and I said "that's ok"

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happy late birthday bara! ur nasty courier is so cool! maybe she coud black widow boone? betray him to the legion and fuck him raw then keep him as slave? itd be a shame to waste a good man in death too soon and maybe other soldiers want him too as revenge?

Oh wow, Anon! Betraying Boone as a female Legion Courier is so fantastically cruel, especially if she initially helped him in Novac. Severa is definitely a scheming, nasty type, willing to help everyone along the way to raise her standing within communities and then use that influence to flog them for her own benefit. Just an evil bitch all round, y’know?

It’s a shame, really. She could have some strong, healthy children from him, she’s sure, but he isn’t willing to move on from his family despite them being long gone. This blonde psycho would strike in the night next to a dying fire in the Mojave, prowling low and quiet to get Boone’s hands bound as his training and instincts kick in. She beats his head with her fists, not caring around the damage she makes— he doesn’t need to have all his teeth, or be completely present for her plans— and ties his ankles with his bootlaces. He’s strong, but she’s stronger and more determined. Knows how to suck his dick to force him hard, rides him rough after so long without pussy that he’s blowing his load with a bellow of anger as she winds her hips around, fingers splayed over her womb.

“You don’t need her. Just me,” Severa whispers, smooth as a blade and just as sharp. “Or maybe I should throw you to the boys in Cottonwood. You ever been fucked before? Hm… maybe I should do it first.”

Boone feels the bile rise in his throat. He vomits on the grubby bedroll and Severa strokes his buzzed down hair.

“Crazy bitch! I’ll kill you!” He threatens, but she just doesn’t see it. Boone looks so pathetic, smeared in his own filth.

“I’d like to see you try,” Severa simpers. She rises from his lap, the sick slurp of their bodies disconnecting too wet, stomach-churning and vulgar. As if nothing ever happened, she lays down next to him and raises her hips. “I hope it’s a boy…”

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Iori Yagami

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Glitchtober - Day 5 - Kenough

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i love love love your horrible courtier. can i talk about mine in return? he's a cuntboi, barely more than a legion dog, brain scrambled past the point of no return by the initial bullet. he's barely any use as combat and of less use as breeding stock, so he keeps troop morale high. whether he likes it or not :)

Thank you! What a fun sounding Courier guy in turn.

I’m pretty sure Severa would love to bully a pathetic, near-braindead cuntguy. Between beating him into pulp, riding on his back like a steed while holding a fistful of his hair and using him as her tribbing fucktoy, she’d give him just as awful a time as any other Legion soldier worth their rations. Shoving anything she can get her hands on up his cunt— knife grips, gun butts, scavenged eggs and sturdy enough fruit to serve as hole-stretchers, working up to her slender fist to punch his useless pussy in.

At least she can still breed if she can’t fight any more. She’s still better than one of them and that’s what she holds onto as she spits on her victim, good and loud, to make sure that the men nearby can pick it up and the enslaved women shudder.

She’ll take her pent up rage out on him. Her frustrations when she runs up against a wall with the men— that no matter how clever, how useful, how lethal, how efficient she is, she’ll never truly be one of them.

Fuck, it makes her so mad.

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not all kinks are sublimated anxieties, but the readiness with which we turn our sublimated anxieties into sexual fantasies is one of the most endearing things about our species to me. like our brains are like, “hmm. don’t like this. i should jerk off about it.”

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Shadow Tower (1998)

Shadow Tower is a 1998 role playing video game developed by FromSoftware (creators of Dark Souls & Elden Ring) for the PlayStation 1. Shadow Tower shares many similarities with the King’s Field series of video games. “Darkness swallowed all, and closed a gate”

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warmup sketch

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Hajime Sorayama

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Been playing the Legion story as a nasty gender traitor f-Courier. She thinks she’s above everyone, even the Legion’s hard-enforced ideals, and hunts NCR citizens and soldiers alike with a sharp, cruel, hollow eye. Blonde and buxom enough to be pretty, she’d make a great wifey if she could be tamed, cleaned up, buttoned into some nice pre-war clothes and have a baby or two put in her. Maybe that would even out the temper, give her some empathy?

Because all she does in the Mojave is make folks miserable.

If the other Legionaries had their way, she’d be fighting their dogs naked and empty handed, but she’d probably come out on top. They know it. Maybe she needs to go into a breeding rack and do her duty for the Legion, but she’s just so diligent an executor of Caesar’s will… her work has given them such inroads to the desert. There’s something about her messy ponytail and filthy hands, blood under her fingernails and splattered over her duster. She looks even better in Legion red.

She’s no fool— she’ll be a slave once she’s not useful any more. Until then? She’s going to put all those men to shame.

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I don't know about you, but I want to fill Yes Man's chassis with centipedes.

You know what, Anon, not my first thought when it comes to Yes Man. Would he even be able to feel things in his chassis? Do Securitrons have sensation? Besides! Why would you want to torture him? He’s there to help you! Not that he can say no, giving you instructions on how to open him up before you dump the insects in. Baffled, but compliant.

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Thinking about Genichiro having a gorgeous cunt and a clit so gorgeously big that to the diminutive Wolf, it’s the perfect cock size! Genichiro stuffs his mouth with his prick of a clit, grabs his greasy hair and fucks his face so cruelly, smashing his nose into the thick bush of pubic hair left untouched and to grow long and wild. When he drags Wolf off, his thighs are coated in pussy-pre and slobber from his personal shinobi slut-hole’s wet, hot mouth.

He spins Wolf around and pushes him down to present and admires his softened hole... seems his master got his pound of flesh, hm? All the better for Genichiro. His clit just slips in gorgeously, a perfect fit.

Wolf is used as a personal stroker, a thing to get Genichiro off. Soft and silky, wet inside and with perfect wrinkles in his guts, Wolf just lets it happen— this is something truly new in his life! His muscular ass smacks up against the tiny cushion of fat of Genichiro’s cleft and the thick thatch of his pubes. There’s barely anything cushioning him... and he doesn’t care.

The tightness in Genichiro’s muscles build and build until he snarls, shudders and cums. Thick, clear, shiny pussy-cum drips from his lips and juicy hair as he throbs and throbs, long waves of pleasure ridden out buried in Wolf’s thrumming, taut body.

Genichiro swallows, knees weak and threatening to give up... and lets go, dumping his toy on the ground. It’s only then that he sees Wolf is hard, his pathetic little cock twitching and leaking from getting his bitch-clit pounded in his guts.

Genichiro scoffs. That’s Wolf’s problem— not his.

I need Wolf slurping on Genichiro’s musky, mind-meltingly enticing cunt, gasping and swallowing down all of his luxurious, cloyingly heavy, slick pussy-cum to try and clean him off. As much as Genichiro glowers and huffs, his glands just leak more, undoing Wolf’s thankless, Sisyphean work!

When he reaches the plush fold of his cunt itself, though? Just his tongue isn’t enough. Wolf would press his face into him if he could, but his fingers are a better replacement, solid and thin... and Genichiro groans as Wolf digs more and more into him until his whole fine hand slips up into his conqueror’s pristine, hungry cunt. He can press three fingers into Genichiro’s softest, most sensitive spot and makes the unflappable, towering man shudder and seize up! His muscles squeeze down on Wolf possessively from his thighs and his abdomen as knuckles brush his cervix and make him shudder...

Until Wolf leans down to kiss the head of Genichiro’s throbbing clit, hard for him and pleading for attention. That’s the last he needs— a choked snarl and a sob and Genichiro cums again, rubbing his deep clit structure against Wolf’s knowledgable fingers.

Yes... as he was taught, what he was made to do. A thing of pleasure, trained to kill, to serve and to indulge.

Genichiro seems reluctant to give his hand back. A wet schlick and a grunt and Wolf is back down, lapping at the fresh mess he made.

Genichiro encouraging Wolf to add his prosthetic arm, to ball his hands into fists and work him over, to fuck him. He doesn’t care that he will be stretched, nor for being nipped by mechanisms. His body is not for the pleasure of lowly men! Genichiro’s body is for his pleasure, his joy... and he wants his pet killer to punch-fuck his cervix until he squirts up Wolf’s taut muscles and into the intricately strung masterwork of his shinobi arm.

Ah.... to desecrate a treasure. He truly belongs to Genichiro.