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Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021) | dev. Bioware
ā«āt⪠āĖ⬠ļ¾.
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
At Skyfall
At Skyfall
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I drew this for my best friend with no occasion just because I can
Thereās no Shepard without Vakarian.
my universe tomorrow (12/31/25) is the last day to join print club for this and the main Shakarian piece!
my universe tomorrow (12/31/25) is the last day to join print club for this and the main Shakarian piece!
Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021) | dev. Bioware
Happy N7 day!
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commission do not use
my boyfriend is shy
Iām not.
my boyfriend is shy
the true tragedy everyone dates me has to face (although they donāt) is how little control I have over still being here.
I believe my bf when he says im the most amazing thing to ever happen with him and its completely reciprocated. I couldnāt love nobody the way i love that boy.
and I never lied when i said i want the house and the tomatoes growing and the dog.
but all it takes is a bad day.
I know how to cut, I know where to cut and i know where my sharpest blades are.
I really wish everyone took a little bit more serious when I said the movie is over and the credits are rolling.
to love is to to hope after all.
binging drinking and smoking looking at how much grayer my hair got in the last days while i'm still trying to digest the fact that my marriage may be over just like a middle-aged woman i am
let this week be marked by a famous trans politician asking for my insta so we do projects together and the night my wife watched me wreck my boyfriend while we hold hands
love is everywhere.
Much of the appeal of intelligence loss type hypnokink to me lies in the subject's eyes. Seeing that moment of loss in them. The realization that everything is just a bit fuzzier. Just a bit harder to think about. Just a bit harder to worry about. And getting to reach down and remind it I'm here. My hands gently petting it, stroking its hair, scratching behind its ears, watching it remember me. Feeling it lean in to my touch without even thinking like it always does. Seeing in its eyes as it put its thoughts back together, slower this time than the last time. All the while I pet it and maybe I enjoy touching it in other places too while it doesn't have the bandwidth to notice. And then when it finally asks the question, I use the trigger again and we're right back to the start.
my bf showed me this post and five minutes later was in the middle of long sentence that was never finished after I put the collar on him
as a revenge he put me into trance now i donāt remember anything from the past two hours and im simply desperate to being pet
There's such a beautiful and intimate violence to renaming a girl, I think. "I love you, I love you so much I killed the person you used to be so you could blossom into something better. I tore out the word that used to mean 'you' and replaced it with something that means 'I am loved.' Even if you don't want this love." Grinding your sense of self away, your attachment to any feeble bits of identity you once held close and replacing them, all of them, with just me. Me. Me. When you think your own name, speak your own name, you think of the one who gave it to you. Your mind slowly changing until it's all just in the shape of Me. Isn't it such a wonderful gift I've given you? I love you. Stop crying, I love you. Look, I burned your new name onto your skin so you won't ever forget it, okay? Say thank you. Stop crying.
Much of the appeal of intelligence loss type hypnokink to me lies in the subject's eyes. Seeing that moment of loss in them. The realization that everything is just a bit fuzzier. Just a bit harder to think about. Just a bit harder to worry about. And getting to reach down and remind it I'm here. My hands gently petting it, stroking its hair, scratching behind its ears, watching it remember me. Feeling it lean in to my touch without even thinking like it always does. Seeing in its eyes as it put its thoughts back together, slower this time than the last time. All the while I pet it and maybe I enjoy touching it in other places too while it doesn't have the bandwidth to notice. And then when it finally asks the question, I use the trigger again and we're right back to the start.
my bf showed me this post and five minutes later was in the middle of long sentence that was never finished after I put the collar on him