The number of people in the notes of this being like “lol i’m the motorist” with 0 sense of shame or self awareness is crazy. You should all get your licenses taken away

I get anxious around cyclists so I made this

A Slutty Kitty (Closed RP w/ @teamfireforce)

Kali looked around the door at Oliver. Her daughter was dancing around her feelings, and Kali wanted grandkids. So instead of playing this game, she would get kids one way or another. She stepped out, wearing an old dancing outfit of hers, "What do you think, Oliver~?"

Some day I'm going to run a trad fantasy dungeon crawler campaign where instead of unbroken ten-thousand-year dynasties, every time the player characters need to interact with the nobility, etc. I use a set of lookup tables to randomly generate the kingdom's current political situation. If the new results are irreconcilable with the old, there was a revolution while they were down in the dungeon and they didn't notice.

Fascinated by the idea that having a player character with a noble backstory accelerates the pace of political turmoil because each downtime counts as a separate instance of "interacting with nobility".

I want someone to kidnap me

But not in a mean way

I want them to enter my room while im sleeping pack a bag or two full of my favorite clothes, games, plushies, etc then kidnap me but then keep me safe and care for me and pretty much just let me free but living at their house and just... yah basically their little wife

Id be free to leave at any time but then i wouldn't have a warm comfy bed and free food and stuff. Yeah id technically be a victim but like why would i wanna leave when im not feeling constantly like i need to hide everything

Who knows maybe eventually we'd actually start dating and eventually id be their sub 🥰, that sounds sooooo fucking romantic

I edged sooo hard writing thisss

don't forget about predator bottoms and prey tops. my teeth and claws come out thinking about my girl whimpering while i pin her down and claim her pretty cock with my strong powerful tcunt. as if girls with desperate twitching needy dicks who need to be held down and taken inside and surrounded by hot wet boycunt DON'T activate my prey drive. even better if they're bigger and taller than me so it's even more satisfying to have them pinned underneath me completely submitting to me and my dominant hairy masc cunt

girl who relentlessly bullies and makes fun of me and then gives me the best sex of my life just so she can continue to bully me more abt it and how pathetic and desperate i was and how easy i was and how i let her do whatever she wanted and would give anything to do it again bc i'm such a desperate little loser

id let u test mind control devices on me on the first date

Your older sister left home years ago, kicked out for her “lazy, druggie lifestyle”. You still get postcards from her though, and sometimes it seems like getting kicked out was the best thing to happen to her. She’s traveling the country in an old van she fixed up herself, doing whatever she wants. Her tales of the hippie life have gotten more explicit over the years, lurid stories of fireside orgies and hallucinogenic trips. You’d never admit it, but you’ve reread a few of those postcards several times over, hand shoved down your pants and trying not to whimper her name into the sheets. You write her back in secret, telling her how rough and boring things are at home. Your parents are as strict as ever and you hate school; things are summarily miserable, and only get worse when one day you stop getting postcards. You’re despondent, inconsolable for weeks. You pray and hope that this is just a bad dream, that you’ll wake up to a new postcard or even to your sister stealing you away from this place.

And then, one morning, you feel a rumble before you wake up, something warm pressed up against you. Your tits are being fondled, hickies kissed into your neck. You almost struggle, almost move to fight back, but then her voice is in your ear telling you everything is going to be okay now, that she’s here to save you and take you with her, and your heart swells even as she works the first finger inside you and whispers that you just have to do what she says.

This is what audio processing disorder feels like

i love big bunnies... dare I say.. im into fat b-bunnies

something incredibly American about an Allied trooper yelling brand names at Soviets until they recognize him as an ally.

So we know our beloved trans girlies love Linux right? They love tinkering and problem solving. So really, messing with their OS to cause problems is really a form of enrichment. And your domme/mistress/owner doing that? Well that's honestly just a type of sadomasochism.

glados miku ^_^

If you keep combining my special interests like this I might explode.

The Smash Bros. cast swapping anecdotes about their various evil doppelgangers and Mario getting into an argument about whether Wario counts.

Surprisingly, Mario is arguing that Wario does not count as he has literally never made that connection in his life. You can’t just say every fat italian in overalls is a Mario counterpart, he’s his own person with hopes and dreams. Evil hopes and dreams, but still.

Daisy, meanwhile, manages to argue very convincingly that Peach should be considered her evil doppelganger.

Wario is playing Devil’s advocate because being Mario’s evil doppleganger is great for business. If he was just some guy, nobody would buy Warioware.

@kamenriderhamo i am not going to let you hide this in the replies

Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should.