don't look I'm embarrassed

[ID: Two blahaj plushies from ikea laying facing each other on a bed. Both wear pink collars that are chain together very closely /End ID]

It’s okay, it’s fine. I respect your choice. I’m gonna go home now, at least the plushie I associate with you will consent.

I’m still holding out hope that we can get a threesome between you, me and the plushie I associate with you someday

actually it's extremely normal to fantasize about kidnapping your friends and keeping them locked in your basement, and the fact that you didn't know that suggests that there's something fundamentally wrong with *you*, actually

doing a novel type of torture where after you make the mindbroken hero girl finally admit that she's tired and she doesn't want to be a hero you then immediately make her start playing hero again

gallop on, forevermore! keep fighting until you die, little puppet. there is no sweeter agony than knowing you could have been freed from your eternal struggle and having that chance ripped away