you n hobie both groaning in unison when he slips his cock in you >>>>
yup yup yup
hobie's eyebrows furrow so prettily the moment he pushes himself inside you, his full lips parted, the tightness of your pussy already making his head go all fuzzy<33 he whimpers out a low "Yeah?," at the way you moan as well, nd you're busy looking at the way the rest of his big cock slips deeper in your cunt, but he's looking at you, wanting so bad to be able to bottle up each one of your reactions and replay them in his mind later<3
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Hated myself today, drew my favorite Doctor for comfort until 2am 🌠
drench me in caffeine ☕
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oooooooohhugyghh the springtrap brainrot is hitting real hard today. specifically the angsty parts.
my headcanon is that his actual body, the corpse, is still technically, somehow alive. he's still breathing. he still feels hunger and thirst and tired, but he just...can't do any of them. his body is essentially forced to breathe even with the springlocks puncturing his lungs. he's starving and exhausted and suffocating but he can't die. he is on the verge of death at all times but nothing can push him past that. and that's just the physical side of things. the complete loss of any sense or communication or stimulation while stuck in that room for 30 years wouldve been so, so much worse than any physical sensation. he's stuck in this pitch black room, in his own pain, with nothing to do except think, or do some mindless movement like pacing. he'd tried everything- trying to scream for help until he couldn't make noise at all. throwing himself against the door to force it open. nothing worked. all he could do was hope and beg that someday that door would open and he'd get himself out of this damn room- but until then it was the same every day. forgetting who he was. forgetting any language skills, forgetting people. forgetting how to be a human. delusions and hallucinations constantly tearing at his sense of what was real and what wasn't, until the line between that room, himself, and the outside world became blurred. he wasn't in that room anymore- he was that room. feeling the walls closing in pressing harder and harder until eventually leaving the room was merely a forgotten memory.
you will never leave this room.
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“I have to know I can trust you, and that you know who to trust. And since I don't know that, I need you out of my sight. Go and stick your head in the sand somewhere and think about your future. Because these bastards want your head. And I'm seriously considering feeding you to them.”
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What if I uhhh
What if I shared some stuff here about my Invincible OC(s) what then :0
nothing art related or anything (I can NOT draw ppl for the life of me) and I’m a bit nervous to share my art here but maybe just some basic info and rambles here and there :3
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