Title: Mesh Analysis
Fandom: RPAF
Pairing: Electrical Engineering /
WARNINGs: non-con, bondage, D/S, snarkage, spoofage
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There is no courtship.
My forehead slams against the wood as you shove me face-first into the table and I writhe because before your Energy, I am nothing. I rub against the graphite helplessly, your schemantics pounding into me, like a twisted side of skullfuck, and I cannot understand it. I am confused by you, raped by you, abused by you, and I cannot do anything to you, my hands at my sides opening and closing. I'm helpless.
I come back to you, like duty like desperation like a sick sort of fate, and I HATE it.
Your Power masters mine, and your equations slip into my mind like live Currents and you meet no Resistance. I am short circuited, quivering like a metal gone weak before your thousands Volts and I let myself be overridden. But you do not have my heart.
I lend my body to you, but my soul is mine own.
Damn you, EE100, because while there shall come a time when all hope is lost, when the pencils are chewed and the mind is pulped before your senseless penetrations, this is not that day. There shall be a day when the soul is destroyed and when I am broken, BUT THIS IS NOT THAT DAY.
::grimly chugs coffee and clutches notepad and a pencil like a shield and a sword::
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Engineer: A person with subconscious masochist tendencies. When faced with the question of what major they shall choose, they decide to go with the one that should come with a complimentary tube of KY jelly.
no subject
I can smell the cinderblock classroom at Cal Poly, the one where I decided I couldn't really hack it as an engineer after all. the eraser rubbings of generations of us who've done the same, ground into the grey linoleum squares.
Hang tough, babe. YOU CAN DO THIS.
*passes you mountain dew and 0.5 mm pencils w/extra leads and the pale-green graphing engineering paper*
old skool.
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*passes you thoughts of sparkly pants*
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