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I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.

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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

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the voice of the devil

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does any body want to ttalk about the character

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fic planning be like:

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There’s more. Read it btw

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The whole gang is here

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"Oh you had a plague? Come back to us when you had a World War, brand new unconventional weapons, and a new international order."

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Has this been done yet?

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You know that time a couple invited the Queen of England to their wedding and she actually showed up? Imagine someone kinda jokingly inviting a Primarch or even Big E Himself and to their shock (and likely horror) they rsvp

Fucking hilarious. Big E could technically shapeshift into a less recognizable form but where's the fun in that? He arrives as he is, with Malcador as his plus one.

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Emperror’s kiss

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may delete later

cropped preview of smth i MIGHT upload to my twt within the week

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fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

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*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

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it's been nice staying on this side of the fence

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Requests still open?

Anything with Dorn first time with his beloved with Dorn still being vaugely ashamed of his desires like in that painglove horny fic. Love how that was written.

#Egh... I don't really know what I'm doing.

#This might be a sequel to pain glove fic, or not, I don't know. I haven't written about him for a long time. I don't know what I'm doing, again.

#Rogal Dorn x F!Reader

#NSFW

Terra’s Praetor sat at his massive desk, staring blankly at the tactical reports spread before him. His face was a mask of stern concentration, but his mind was far from the dry statistics and battle plans. Instead, it kept drifting back to the events of the previous night, replaying them in vivid, intoxicating detail.

He could still feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, your small hands exploring the vast expanse of his muscled chest. The memory sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching to life within the confines of his armor. Dorn shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus on the task at hand, but it was a losing battle.

His eyes scanned the same paragraph for the fifth time, but the words blurred together, replaced by images of your lithe body writhing beneath him. He remembered how you had gasped when he first entered you, your tight pussy stretching to accommodate his massive girth.

Dorn's hand clenched around his stylus, threatening to snap it in two. He forced himself to relax, taking a deep breath to steady his racing double hearts. But even that simple action brought back memories of burying his face in your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he pounded into you relentlessly

He remembered the way you had clung to him, your nails raking down his broad back as you moaned in ecstasy. Your legs, so slender and but so strong, had wrapped around his, urging him deeper. Dorn had lost himself in the sensation, marveling at how perfectly you fit against him despite your petite body.

The Primarch's free hand unconsciously drifted to his lips, and suddenly he was transported back to the moment he had first tasted your kiss. Your mouth had been so soft, so yielding, yet there was a hunger in you that matched his own. He had devoured your lips, drinking in your moans of pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth

Dorn's cock throbbed painfully, straining against his armor. He shifted again, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it was futile. Every movement only served to remind him of how it felt to be buried deep inside your tight heat.

He closed his eyes, willing the memories away, but they only intensified. He saw your face contorted in pleasure, your back arching as you came undone beneath him. He felt the exquisite tightness of your pussy clenching around him, milking his cock as his release.

The sound of a dataslate clattering to the floor snapped Dorn back to reality. He realized he had been gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that he had inadvertently knocked some items off. He bent to retrieve the fallen objects, but even this simple action brought fresh torment.

As he reached down, he remembered how he had lifted you effortlessly, positioning you atop his massive cock. You had been so light in his arms, so delicate, but you had taken him with a strength that belied your size. The memory of you sinking down onto him, inch by agonizing inch, nearly undid him then and there.

Dorn straightened, his face flushed despite his best efforts to maintain composure. He glanced at the chronometer, dismayed to realize how much time had passed while he had been lost in his lustful reverie. He needed to focus, to be the leader his men expected him to be. But how could he concentrate when every fiber of his being yearned to be with you again?

He tried to redirect his thoughts to the upcoming campaign, to the lives that depended on his strategic brilliance. But even as he pored over the battle maps, his mind kept conjuring images of your body. He saw you sprawled across the tactical table, your skin a stark contrast to the dark metal. In his mind's eye, he swept the maps and reports aside, laying you out like a feast before him.

Dorn's hand twitched, longing to reach out and caress that imaginary form. He could almost feel the softness of your skin, the warmth of your flesh. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, remembering how he had tasted every inch of you. From the delicate hollow of your throat to the sensitive flesh between your thighs, he had explored you thoroughly with lips and tongue.

He groaned softly, the sound barely audible even in the quiet of his chambers. He was achingly hard now, his cock a throbbing presence that demanded attention. But he refused to give in, to soil himself with self-gratification like some undisciplined neophyte. Instead, he embraced the discomfort, using it to fuel his frustration and desire.

Would you come to him again? Or had last night been a fleeting moment of weakness for you both? The uncertainty gnawed at him, mixing with the constant undercurrent of lust that had plagued him all day.

This obsession, this all-consuming desire, this is not him. It was a weakness, a chink in his impenetrable armor. But he longs for the moment when fantasy would once again become reality.

What had he gotten himself into?

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Hey kid you want a job?

Great get online and go to a job board. Indeed, Linkedin whatever. Now you're gonna search for a role that's in your city, fits your qualifications, and doesn't seem like a bad time.

See that easy apply button? Don't hit it they just throw those in the trash. Now you're gonna want to go to the company's website and check their careers page.

Oh? That job doesn't exist anymore. Cool go back to the job board and find another one.

Great you found another job, you're on the company's career page and the job exists!! So you're going to need to make an account on the career page website. They're using Workday, the same site as the last job you applied for? Who cares? You need to make another account for THIS job's workday page.

Now you're going to upload your resume. That'll autopopulate about 15 boxes with everything on your resume, except formatted wrong and with tons of errors. So just go through and painstakingly check the dates on all of that and rewrite everything you already laid out in an aesthetically pleasing format on your resume.

Ok time for the cover letter, explain why this specific job and company are deeply important to you. You love their mission statement and wouldn't even laugh if their ceo was gunned down in the street. You'll really want to reiterate the things you just spent the last 20 minutes filling out on the resume section

(Remember to include language from the job description, people who work in HR are lower than dogs and they need patterns or they get confused.) Write about a page, but hey don't sound too desperate or robotic this is where they judge your character!

Maybe add your portfolio site at the end here, who knows if that helps no one has ever clicked mine haha.

Anywayyy time to hit apply! Congrats! You'll see that confirmation email come in and you should be getting the rejection letter in about 2 weeks. Unfortunately your resume didn't have the right buzzwords and the AI auto rejected you :(

Time to start again and try not to kill yourself!