#Ruins of Galaxy

[orangecatty-shiningnikki]

【 Shining Nikki CN+TW 】 Recharge

【 Shining Nikki CN+TW 】 Recharge

In the intertwined cycle of fate, find your own course.

Suit Display ::

Original :: Critical Tide (海潮临界)

Recolor :: Wave Boundary (浪潮边界)

Designer :: Aeon (宙)

Collection ::​ Ruins of Galaxy

Rarity :: SR

Attribute :: Cool

Date :: 09—19/11/2023

Type :: Recharge

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[ladyofthecreeddraws]

Another collab with my beloved @molgars, where we make that boy sob and whimper and beg for it <3

Full piece here ofc.

And fic that made my soul leave my body and which I'm gonna reread at least 5 more times (and so will you) is here.

[bloodfiendarling]

sunday corruption ... omg .. and yes u may be ⚓️ anon !!! ( for some reason , it reminds me of mael limbusco ... )

𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

dead dove : do not eat

wc — ~600 ( mix of rambling , though .. )

pairing — reader x sunday

contains — sub bottom sunday , dom top reader , written with mtf reader in mind , smut , established relationship , virginity loss ( char ) , corruption kink , ( implied ? ) manipulation , marking

you can’t admit it yourself — but oh, how you loved how stupidly pathetic and needy he gets whenever you divert your attention away from him just a little bit. how he’d be willing to do absolutely anything if it means getting even just a little of your affection back. how easy he was.

the fact he was a virgin made it better — as horrible as that sounds. you two have made out before, maybe gotten a little handsy here and there, but it never got to escalate to sex, somehow. he’d either decline or say he isn’t ‘ready yet’.

for someone so pure he definitely is tempting. sometimes — you’d simply look at him, see him do something mundane. yet in your head, you couldn’t help but think of the most sinful things.. was it gross of you? of course it was. did you care much? no, not really.

you’d neglect the poor halovian till he’s practically begging for you — acting as if he was just another person. he didn’t get it at all. did he do something wrong? were you just too busy for him? it scared him.

and he’d do anything to have that love back. anything. even if it meant having those pretty feathers plucked — even if it turned him into nothing but a filthy sinner. he’d he willing if it were you. he’d let you push his head down onto the pillow, take your cock deep into his tight hole — muffling moans bordering screams.

the pretty glow of his halo flickering whenever you’d thrust a little too deep. even if you were rather gentle with him — but he couldn’t help but be so, so loud. sunday’s legs starting to tremble with his head down ass up. he couldn’t help but clench at the intrusion. the poor halovian couldn’t even count how many times he’s came by now.. the once clean sheets underneath how dampened.

how did he even get in this position in the first place? he didn’t even remember.

and you’d do this over and over again, too. always — it was you who initiated. but gradually, slowly but surely — he ended up being the one who asked. the second he noticed a hint of ignorance from you — he’d pull you away. take you to your room or office, whichever is closer. even a bathroom would do.

if it was your office — he’d let you bend him over your table. messing up and scattering all the important documents off the table, maybe even crumpled a few on accident. there were times you’d fuck him right on the door, a leg hooked over your shoulder as he tried to quiet his sinful, lewd moans.

if it was your bedroom — he doesn’t mind anything. but gods, you loved laying him on his back. watching those little wings cover his flushed face. pretty tears starting to spill. your hands rough on his hips till they bruise up.

“..(name)” he’d mutter, legs shaky as you held them up — watching him writhe on the sheets. a small sob coming out of his mouth. “nnh.. you love me now, right? right?”

“love you?”

you asked, your tone almost mocking him. you thrusted a little deeper, earning you a broken mewl. his hands scrambling to hold onto your neck. “of course i love you.. look at you. so pretty for me.”

don’t forget to mark him up, too. make sure everyone knows he’s yours. ravage that slender, pale neck of his till it’s filled with bite marks and hickeys. he used to cover them up — he doesn’t care much now, though. at least they know he’s yours.

mark the back of his neck specifically — lift up his hair with your finger and rub it with your thumb whenever you need to notify him of your presence. watch him jolt up — especially cute whenever he’s talking to someone.

hsr m . list ♡

[post-it-notes7]

Hm hm, so Mir Gala is out and about on his own journey of self-discovery? Have to wonder though, why didn't Dark Mind or one of the many Mirror World factions try to recruit him at this point?

The Mirror World is an easy place to get lost in, and Mir Galacta's done a good job of it. Though the Mir GSA did make an attempt to recruit him...

Something must have changed his mind.

[animatedjen]

Merrin | Jedi Survivor

[cavedweller1st]

@spookybugboy GALAXY STEVE :D

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Just caught up with Eaps and watched the last two episodes and

DAVIS PLEA-

*explodes*

[shiningstarr15]

Eepy Kiddos

Just another finished WIP that I meant to get done before Christmas before little shits got me sick (true story)

Cassie’s design is.. still not quite perfected. But I think I’m getting there. She’s precious and I need to draw her more.

Also hc that Cassie is a much less chaotic sleeper than Greg. His limbs are all over the place but he tries to be respectful of Cassie (no one else gets that privilege lol)

They are besties your honor 🫶

[the-star-rigel]

You’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

Jason Grace: on family and the lack thereof, wolves that really are dogs, remembering and healing and the sudden inevitability of being remembered.

I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski / War of the Foxes, Richard Siken / You’re on Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift / Trees II, McCafferty / Mowgli Taken in by the Wolves, 1937 / Space Dog, Alan Shapiro / Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers / A Hymn to Childhood, Li-Young Lee / Susan Smith, wych elm / The Blood of Olympus, Rick Riordan / Saint Bernard, Lincoln / Lupa Capitolina in Ludus, Romania / The Odyssey, Homer (trans. by Emily Wilson) / quadruple dog art by @mxmorggo on Instagram / Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami / The Lost Hero, Rick Riordan / House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski / Vulnerability, @/kazerad / Euripides, Elektra / Jason seizing the Golden Fleece, Charles Natoire / Thalia (Grace) / I can’t find the source… / My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult / Seam, Tarfia Faizullah / In the Blood, John Mayer / The Vintage Book of African American Poetry, Michael S. Harper, Anthony Walton / Memento Mori, Crywank / And My Father’s Love Was Nothing Next To God’s Will, Amatullah Bourdon / Family Line, Conan Gray / Franz Kafka’s letters to his father / Kronos/Saturn, Peter Paul Rubens / Wolf and pup / American Teenager, Ethel Cain / LET YOUR FATHER DIE ENERGY DRINK, Daniel Lavery and Cecilia Corrigan / Scott Street, Phoebe Bridgers / Tumblr, @/inanotherunivrse / Tomatoes, Shane Koyczan / Pinterest / Tumblr, @/heavensghost / Tumblr, @/tagdevilish / through sickness and in health… by Angelina Hajducky on Instagram / Jason (given name), Wikipedia / Human Acts, Han Kang / The gas pillar in the Carina Nebula, NASA / Tumblr, @/roach-works / Not Strong Enough, boygenius / Grit, silas denver melvin / Herakles, Euripides (trans. by Anne Carson) / Pelias sending forth Jason, 1880 / The Audre Lorde Questionnaire to Oneself, Brianna Albers / The Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan / Wolf in White Van, John Darnielle / The Oresteia, Aeschylus / Tumblr, @/orpheuslament / Anecdote of the Pig, Tory Adkisson / The Burning Maze, Rick Riordan / I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski / Icarus, The Crane Wives / The Three Graces, Edouard Bisson / For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick

[orangecatty-shiningnikki]

【 Shining Nikki CN+TW 】

【 Shining Nikki CN+TW 】

Alliance Shop : Guild Theater

The cleaning process has now been started and the task will be completed without any errors.

Suit Display ::

Original :: Cleaning Instructions (清扫指令)

Recolor :: Hunting Command (猎心指令)

Designer :: Caprico (魔羊)

Collection :: Ruins of Galaxy

Rarity :: SSR

Attribute :: Fresh

Date :: 10/11/2023…..

Type :: Guild Theater

Guild Theater • Season 8

“What's in the hot pot ?”

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[tyouden]

it's hard to make the good things last

[dapurinthos]

and to you, dooku c. 39bby, i bequeath my very favourite thing: the moment in season four of alias when jack bristow learns about a spork and the uses one can be put to.

Words’re a way of lying. Dooku’s eyebrows rise. From a certain point of view, yes, but that is an awfully cynical point of view for a young child to have. “Why do you think that?” The child spreads their hands wide like a conductor about to take a frivolously elaborate bow. Naboo. The name is accompanied by an impression of a deep, heavy, disappointed sigh. The hands come back in and the child covers their face. Masquerade. Dooku understands all too well the irritation with all of the rules that govern interactions; the Order drums etiquette into its children's heads from almost the moment they arrive. The earliest and most oft-repeated lessons are on the necessity of not saying out loud what others may be concealing. He does not have fond memories of the different classes of forks. Yoda had taught him that the most useful utensil was a spork with one side of its end sharpened–preferably serrated, cover optional–and even now, in the middle of state dinners, he found himself sighing internally over the different utensils for different courses. The spork had been useful even beyond eating. Once, he and Rael had been escorting a contact defecting from one of the many conglomerates making up the larger conglomerate of the Corporate Guild to safety (and a necessary stop at the location of her iris-locked documents obtained through said spying and awfully useful in aborting an unlawful takeover attempt by the Corporate Guild of a planet near Felucia) when the contact's heart had given out. It had been a poison administered weeks before, too far integrated into her system for Force-healing to be useful, and with the unfortunate timing of dropping her dead two and a half kilometres from her storage. At least they had known about the iris-lock in advance. At least Dooku had brought the spork. At least the local vegetation had supplied a leaf sturdy enough to be folded quickly into a very small basket. At least the iris hadn't clouded over enough to be useless by the time they reached the spy’s stash. He makes a face, scrunching his nose up, while trying to match his vocabulary level to that of a toddler. Before he can open his mouth, a flurry of outside emotion stops him from making a complete fool of himself orally. Such sorrow from one so young. Such disappointment from one so small. Such disdain from someone not Jocasta. For a moment, he entertains wild ideas of there existing a Naboo branch of the Nu family.  Mas’tooka. He really needs to nip that in the bud. “Dooku,” he says slowly. “If you insist, Master or Count Dooku.” “Dooku,” the child says equally slowly. They look away, over their shoulder. Dooku can see nothing there to have drawn their attention. They turn their head only part of the way back, looking at him out of the very corner of their eye, and speak very deliberately. “Mas’er Tooka.”

[post-it-notes7]

I see it's being everything but discreet now

they're lucky the acoustics in there are already pretty broken

[threeofeight]

So remember when I did an Xbox Lcars Warehouse 13 star trek AU wallpaper.

Remember how the hyperfocus didn't stop.

Brand new shiny crisp logo.

What to do with that now it's been improved?

That is right! Custom made lock and screen that has it work around my finger print scanner, times and dates, widgets etc.

Cool done... it's still there. The focus.

WELL GUESS IM JUST LCARSING UP ALL MY TECH NOW.

[mongo-the-liensis]

Carl told the citizens of the galaxy to kill their monarchy and overthrow their governments then when they failed sighed and did it for them

[vulpinesaint]

this is so insane. eddie brock tells the symbiote that he doesn't want it anymore and it screams in such anguish that it drives up suicide rates out of the sheer empathic agony that it evokes in people. can you imagine