“2 likes isn’t a lot” imagine two hung muscular werewolves pinning you down and they smell so musky and they’re so strong and you don’t know if they’re going to hurt you or use you and the fear is actually really adding to the eroticism but you feel weirdly safe in their embrace
Bakers boy, standing: I’m Sprocket Springberry!
Farmer: I’m Sprocket Springberry!
Cobbler: I am Sprocket Springberry!
I tap my cane: Are the gears turning yet?
Spluttering Magister: But… but you can’t! Stop him!
(The guards attempt to grab me but my spring-shoe fires me into the sky where I land upon my denim zeppelin, to the raucous cheers of the townsfolk)
therapist: let’s try a simple roleplaying exercise to help externalize your feelings. just be yourself and i’ll be a beautiful busty elf ranger.
me: what?
therapist: you humans disgust me. you can’t even clean your room. i’ll kill you. you’re going to die today