Can't stop thinking about how anytime she got hard she would hug me and pull me in tighter and tighter until I felt her cock pressing into my tummy and she would just hold me there not letting me move at all
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Ok I'm drinking and it's late, but imagine in DA4 Dorian has been introduced to Rook as this scary powerful magister by whoever. Then later Varric "pulls some strings" for Rook (he just sends a fucking letter he wants to sound cool) to have the magister meet with Rook because we need him to figure out something either with magic and his research, resources, or politically pulling string for us to be able to do something.
And then we finally find him and it's been a mess to get to the meeting point because it's by the border of tevinter because we have our team and Taash can't just valts in and it's just-
(Tiny artistic rendition bc I can't explain rn) You know?
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oooooooohhugyghh the springtrap brainrot is hitting real hard today. specifically the angsty parts.
my headcanon is that his actual body, the corpse, is still technically, somehow alive. he's still breathing. he still feels hunger and thirst and tired, but he just...can't do any of them. his body is essentially forced to breathe even with the springlocks puncturing his lungs. he's starving and exhausted and suffocating but he can't die. he is on the verge of death at all times but nothing can push him past that. and that's just the physical side of things. the complete loss of any sense or communication or stimulation while stuck in that room for 30 years wouldve been so, so much worse than any physical sensation. he's stuck in this pitch black room, in his own pain, with nothing to do except think, or do some mindless movement like pacing. he'd tried everything- trying to scream for help until he couldn't make noise at all. throwing himself against the door to force it open. nothing worked. all he could do was hope and beg that someday that door would open and he'd get himself out of this damn room- but until then it was the same every day. forgetting who he was. forgetting any language skills, forgetting people. forgetting how to be a human. delusions and hallucinations constantly tearing at his sense of what was real and what wasn't, until the line between that room, himself, and the outside world became blurred. he wasn't in that room anymore- he was that room. feeling the walls closing in pressing harder and harder until eventually leaving the room was merely a forgotten memory.
you will never leave this room.
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I also posted it on fuckass ff.net after all god fuck whatever enjoy you nerds
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me: oh man im pretty stressed about this exam, thank god i'm being mostly normal about it
my tulpa of 17th century naval administrator samuel pepys: Up with you and quick to the Study; that you might free your mind of this Pestilent Exam, and return to matters more Pressinge, to whit: how the fuck do i feed all these sailors
the origami cranes i started making to mitigate my rampant anxiety: its never too late to drop out and flee the country
my 1000 unread emails: teehee, good thing you have all of us with you!
me: yuo guys are my bestfriends :)
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