Environmental storytelling
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@thebisforbitch
Environmental storytelling
Something something the visceral horror GLaDOS must feel after watching Chell for so long, only for her test subject to literally go off the rails and disappear inside of her.
It's such a fantastic reversal of power! In an instant, it changes the genre from Chell's psychological nightmare into Glados's body horror.
This whole time Glados has been creating a psychosexual connection to her lab rat, and now that rat worms its way through her body in a way she can't track.
There's almost an intimacy about the rooms Chell solves being specifically tailored for her to see. They're a dishonest facade, until Chell escapes from the predetermined path and sees what Glados truly is/looks like, and ventures all the way to the heart of her, stripping her bare.
"What if you were a massive mechanical complex and I skittered through your insides and climbed into the heart of your most private and vital organs? And we were both women?"
This too, is Yuri
Do not fall for the grindset mentality; jerk off and eat a hot pocket to recover spiritually
Good point. We should jerk off and *throws dart* eat some pork bao. Or if you're vegetarian we could *spins comically sized wheel* eat some samosas. What's truly important is we have to jerk off. Together.
don't just suck her off. put your hands under her thighs and lift. fold her in half so shes helpless to stop you from ravishing her. get sloppy with your tongue, make her feel fucking devoured.
This was supposed to be only a shitpost doodle but i have mental issues
if the pilot isn't in at least a moderate amount of pain at all times outside the mech i dont want to hear about it
to me chronic pain and disability are integral to mecha/mechsploitation
come grind on my docs like a pathetic lil mutt it'll be good for you trust me i would never lie to you
😴🌸 good morning only to gods favourite princess
Bella the living doll! She belongs to dear @awkwardmark
it literally isn’t cheating if you start a fling with a tgirl that happens to have a chaser boyfriend. his existence should be treated like an afterthought.
what if i want it to be cheating?
"I'm sorry, I just, I have a boyfriend."
"Do you?" She furrows her eyebrows at the way you asked the question. "Wha…"
"I haven't seen you with a boyfriend."
"I showed up with him, he's-"
"Outside? He's been outside a lot tonight, huh? I've had my eye on you for two hours, and not once have you been on his arm. You keep checking your phone like you're waiting on something, but I don't think he's coming, baby."
Her confidence falters a note. "He's just, he went out for a smoke, he said he was coming back in…" You raise your eyebrows to reinforce your previous assertion. She falters under it, and reaches over with one hand to grasp her other forearm.
You sidle a little closer to her, bumping your arm into the fridge she's been standing next to, looking lonely. "I noticed you've been checking her out all night." You gesture at a redhead across the room wearing slightly too much lipstick. That one's been running her mouth to the little woman next to her on the couch ever since the party's host disbanded the half-assed attempt at icebreaker games, and the yearning on your conversational partner's face was so loud that you immediately knew she was missing something important in her life.
She blushes and turns away. "No, I, well, I just think she's really beautiful."
"You want me to get her number for you?" You don't want to get that number for her, but you know this pretty little thing is going to flinch at the notion of actually getting what she wants.
She plays right into your hands. "She's busy, and she's talking to that girl, and besides, she wouldn't want m-…" She tucks her lips between her teeth to smother the rest of the sentence, and she drifts to staring down between her feet.
You take a step forward and a bold step in the conversation, getting close enough to tuck a finger under her chin and lift to force eye contact. You murmur "She wouldn't want you? Why wouldn't she want you? Girl, you're a catch. You didn't come here all dressed up to look at the floor, did you?"
Her eyes get a few drops more watery, and she almost pulls away from your touch, but you take a second finger and run it under her chin again, and she almost puckers as she leans into the touch. A thirst she doesn't seem willing to admit touches her lips for a moment, but then she tries to protest "I came with my boyfriend-"
"Yeah yeah, your boyfriend. But I don't see him here now, with you. You're right here, with me, and I can see what he's missing."
You can feel the desperation in the way she leans forward. "What he's missing? What do you mean?"
"He showed up to the party with the most beautiful girl here, and somehow he's gotten fixated on the reflection in his truck's bumper outside instead of keeping an eye on his woman. I think he should be taught a lesson."
She pulls back a little past your outstretched fingers, but you don't cede distance, and she step back into the ample space available. "What? What are you saying? A lesson? He's just outside, he just, he was just getting a cigarette from her, he's coming back soon…"
"Oh, so he was talking to some girl? And somehow he forgot about you?"
She's on the verge of tears. "I, well, she was…" Her voice drops to a whisper, right about to break. "She's trans too, so…"
A cord unzips around your throat, the friction painful as you see this poor girl push herself aside to make way in her relationship for someone else just because they share a demographic with her. You step further forward and cup her jaw, staring deep into her eyes. "Oh, sweetie, do you think that's why he's with you?"
With an impressive degree of fortitude she manages to return your gaze, and you can see something vulnerable inside her unfurling under your attention. She murmurs out "He just said I'm his type, that he has a thing for tgirls-"
You cut her off with gentle firmness. "Baby girl, 'tgirl' is something that you get to say, not him. Do you like being called that?"
Her cheeks go red and she shakes her head in your hand a little. "I just want to be a woman, but-"
"No 'but' anything. You are a woman, and you deserve to be called that. What do you want to be called? How does gorgeous sound?"
Her lips part, and you can feel her breathing coming heavier. You adjust your grip to hold her chin like a chalice filled with angelic ambrosia, and you continue "Delightful? Sweet thing?" That gets a shiver out of her, and you can tell that if you find just the right phrase, you might get a moan out of her.
The air etches with the truest sentence of the evening: "Are you my little girl?"
You get the moan you were aiming for, and in the breathless moments she fails to respond you take another step forward and wrap your arms around her waist. You can see stars light in her eyes at your proximity, and she bites her lip for a moment before she remembers the chastity she's so foolishly trying to withhold. "Wait, no, I, I have a boyfriend, I'm lucky to have him, I won't cheat-"
You pull a hand around and put a finger to her lips. "No, you're lucky you found me. Now, cheating only counts if you're doing the same thing with someone else as you do with your boyfriend, right?" She nods her head slightly, and it's so blindingly cute it feels like looking into a supernova. You continue "So how about we do all the things he never does to you?"
*visibly sweating* uhh yes please i'd like that a lot
*so horny that im nauseous* I mean yeah sure if they're both down for it
my loyal maids,. . .,,,, ,,, princess wishes 2 see boobs photos ,.,. . .,.,,. . .,. .
which path will you choose
can i come over n bite u hard as fuck
the women in amateur t4t porn have figured out how to make some incredibly cute sounds.
(Slaps ass of sub) This bad girl can… no, cutie, you’re a good girl, it’s for the meme, ok? Stop crying. You’re a very very good girl and I’m just calling you a bad girl for the meme. Can you pull it together for a second? Alright. Thank you.
(Slaps ass of sub) This bad girl can… oh god damn it-