#anyway back to whatever the fuck i'm doing

[miyuhpapayuh]

Right back.

“Hey, Cliff!”

Her deep wine stained lips catch his attention, before his eyes travel to her attire, making him lick his own.

Who knew blue and cheetah print went together. She honestly could pull off anything, and he never shied from telling her such.

“Always a pleasure, gorgeous.” He flirts, pulling her in for a hug as she inhales his heavenly scent like always. He thought it was cute.

“I missed you!”

“They always do,” he jokes, wincing at the slap she delivers to his arm.

“I'm joking,” he laughs. “I missed you too, girl.”

“Yeah, tryna play me like one of ya lil groupies,” she rolls her eyes.

“Never that. You know you was always my favorite.”

“Your favorite, what?” She raises a brow, waiting on his slick ass to answer.

He chuckles, his pink tongue chasing his toothpick around his mouth as he watches her grow a tad more impatient.

“My favorite lil boo,”

“Damn, how many you got?” She asks, not missing a beat.

He laughs again, earning another slap to the arm.

“Well shit, after you ran off on me,” he holds his heart, making her sigh, “I found somebody else to roll with for a bit, but it ain't last.” He shrugs.

“Aw, she was boring, huh?” She smirks.

“Ah, she was cool. Pretty, too. She was no you, tell ya that,” he winks.

“Nobody's me, Cliff.”

“That's what I missed, girl.”

“Mmhm… you really be telling people I ran off on you??” She asks, not forgetting what he had said.

“Nah, my people know it was mutual,” he assures, “I just wanted my moment.”

“I knew you had a little bit of sense,” she smiles, shaking her head.

“Ha ha. Anyway smart mouth, who got you out the house?”

“I like parties, sometimes! The host and I share a mutual friend and she passed along the invite. Plus who wouldn't wanna use an excuse to show some skin?”

“Mmhm, I told you, you looked good right?”

“Soon as you saw me,” she smirks. “But say it again.”

He chuckles, grabbing her hand to kiss it.

“You look better than Janet Jackson, girl.”

“Ooh, not Janet!” She giggles, swatting him as soon as he releases her hand.

“Shit, I'm serious. Tryna give me a heart attack and shit.”

“Mmhm, come make me a drink and maybe I won't cut you.”

A couple hours into her being in his presence and she was already in trouble.

If it was possible, he's even more fine! And whatever he had on, she was ready to lick it off.

Maybe she was ovulating or something, but she was ready to pounce on him.

“You make this outfit?” He asks, snapping her out of her daze.

“Of course, these boutiques don't have my taste!”

“Mm, and tasty you are.” He smirks, placing his blunt back between his lips.

“Don't start nothing, Cliff,” she laughs, crossing one leg over the other.

“Nothing I can't finish.” He responds, passing her the blunt.

“Well whatchu tryna do?”

He looks her up and down, before darkly chuckling.

“You.”

“Don't.. stop.. fuckin… me, babyyyy!”

Bent over the side of the couch with her skirt up and panties missing, she buries her face into the pillows below her as Cliff fucks her with the most deliciously bruising force.

“Mmf, I missed the fuck outta you, girl,” he grits out, smacking her ass a few times, smirking at his hand print on her brown skin.

“Fucckkk!”

“You missed me too, baby?” He asks, grabbing her neck from behind.

“Ye– yes!” She squeaks out, reaching back to grip his thigh, melting as he grinds into her.

Bending her arm to her back, he thrusts upward, finding what he calls the sweet spot.

Her muffled moans kick into high gear as her arch falters, making him taunt and coo at her.

“Right here, baby? Daddy hittin’ that sweet spot?”

Turning her head to the side to breathe, she whines and weakly nods as he moves his hand to her back, reinforcing her arch, precisely hitting her spot.

“Yes, right there… fuck, that feels s-so good!” She squeals, squeezing her eyes shut at the sensation overload.

“So good,” he moans back, speeding up and knocking the air from her lungs again, making her see stars a little earlier than she planned.

“B-baby, I'm c-cumming!”

“I got you baby, let it out,” he groans, almost following suit as she grips him tight, throbbing something vicious.

“Fffffuckkk,” she moans, squeezing her thighs together as he continues to dip into her sticky center.

“Keep that ass just like that,” his hips moving quicker, damn near making her eyes cross as she continues holding on for dear life with her free arm.

She wasn't even sure how she ended up folded up on his couch.

He just looked so good, yapping about how much he missed her. Couldn't get her and her sweet pussy outta his head.

Next thing you know, she was thanking god that he lived in a house and not an apartment, cause no way they would have went without a noise complaint.

“Who you fuck when I was gone?” He asks, swatting her ass.

“He wasn't you,” she whines.

“Mm,” he pulls her up from the cushion, while still stroking her, “he wasn't, huh?”

Her fingers are now curled around the pillows, as she fervently shakes her head. His hands grip her waist tightly, keeping her in place.

“He couldn't fuck me like you do,”

“Mmm,” he growls right into her ear, making her eyes flutter shut. “He don't get up in them guts like me?”

“Deeper, baby, deeeper,” she moans as he bottoms out and sits there, driving her crazy.

“Where's it at?”

“In my chest,” she breathlessly laughs, making him do the same before moving his hips again.

“Oh, that's my spot,” she moans, biting into her lip as his hand finds her neck, bending her backwards a bit.

“Couldn't find them spots either, hm?” He teases, listening to the way her slick sounds against the slapping of his dick.

“N-noo, fuck! Oh my goodness, that's so good!”

“So good, you gon cum for me, baby?”

“Yess, don't stop!”

How many times did he make you cum?”

“Onnnce,” she ends on a hiss, eyelids too heavy to hold up anymore as the pleasure begins rushing up her toes.

“What a shame.” He says, smirking like she can see him.

Pounding into her a bit harder, she reaches back to grip his thigh, cursing up a storm as she wets up his lap.

Moving his other hand from her hip to her hair, he continues on, making her stomach knot back up.

“Ohmygo–fuck, fuckkk,”

“Cummin’, again?”

“Yes!”

“Wet that shit up,” he commands, smacking her ass again.

She'd lost count of how many times he made her cum, barely able to formulate a coherent thought at this point.

He had a point to prove and was past the point of driving it home. This was torture.

“C-can't take it!”

“Why not?”

“T-tooo much!”

“Too deep?” He taunts, dipping into her shallowly.

She whines at the difference, pushing back on him.

“Nooo!”

“Mhm, come on,” he moves her to straddle him, spreading his arms out on the back of the sofa, while she roams her hands up and down his massive chest.

He let her do her thing as she rocks her hips, sliding up and down with ease, due to how wet he had her.

She watched as his head fell back, his favorite curse word falling from his lips like a chant every time she came down, squeezing him on the way back up.

“Fuuuuck, sweet ass pussy…”

“You missed it, daddy?”

“Mmf,” his heavy hand comes down on her ass, “more than anything, baby.”

Turning her up, she begins bouncing, smirking at his tightening grip on her ass. The squelch of her juices echoes off the wall, along with his grunts.

Next thing she knew, she was holding onto his broad shoulders as he fucked her while standing up, rutting her up and down on his dick.

Her head lolls about like it's independent from her neck, her nails dig into his back as he rocks her absolute world.

“Fuck! Can't st-stop cumming!”

“Good,” he grunts, “don't you fucking stop,”

Their skin slaps roughly as he lifts her with ease, splitting her so deep and delicious, making her holler like she lacks all sense.

Her thighs are tightly wrapped around him, ankles loose and twisting at the intense pleasure rushing through her veins.

Her screams and howls of pleasure gradually fade into hoarseness, as he carts her off to his bed, where she's laid on her back, gagging as he fucks her face.

Heavy hands braced on her throat, he stares down at her teary eyes and winks.

“Can't forget that sweet mouth,” he groans, squeezing his knuckles against her skin.

She purrs back at him, slinking her hand between her legs, rubbing at her soaked slit.

“Look atcha,” he chuckles, smacking her ass, “rub that pussy while I bust all in this throat.”

Her fingers found a sinful rhythm, while he rutted away, digging his free hand into the sheets as he released.

“Mmmmm,” she moans at his taste, stroking him with her free hand, her tongue still swirling around his sensitive tip as her fingers slip through her slimy folds.

“Fuck, baby… shit,” he jerks, smacking her hand away as he steps back, shaking his head at her.

She flips over on her stomach, staring up at him. Still hungry for more.

"Definitely ain't done with that ass," he says with a laugh.

@megamindsecretlair @blowmymbackout @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @henneseyhoe @abeautifulmindexposed @blackerthings @dbaileyblog @theereina @dabratzchronicles @starcrossedxwriter @soufcakmistress @xo-goldengirl @avoidthings @nayaesworld @thegifstories

[stoneexo]

hey my babes, so i've been super overwhelmed with school and work lately (literally spent 3hrs trying to get home yesterday in what is normally a 45min drive, love canadian winter), so i'm a little late on this for y'all and i'm so sorry :') so here is the little sevika blurb that i promised to keep you occupied while i try to wrap up the vi x reader fic & proof read it! unless you guys don't want it proof read? (lmk)

anyways, enjoy!!

sevika was used to fucking, and she was used to giving a good strap-down treatment. after all, she had always preferred to touch than be touched. but there was something completely different when it came to you, underneath her like this, bent over so pretty while she pounded you stupid. she was used to being rough, the drooling, the scratching at her partner's hips as she forced herself impossibly deeper into whoever's cunt she happened to be fucking that night. she was used to the control. the power. but with you, it all went out the window.

she wanted to touch you so badly. no, she needed to. her flesh hand wanders around your body, exploring every mountain and valley on your body while she gets drunk on the sounds you make under her. she wasn't used to this, to having a need like this. to not being in control. even though you were the one pinned beneath her, back arched and body on full display. everything about you was intoxicating, the way you bounced back on her, the pretty mewls and moans that left your lips in between the cries of her name. and when you reached back to hold her warm hand that was now gripping a fistful of your ass, practically sobbing on her dick, she knew damn well that you were calling the shots now. as she hunched over you, pressing even deeper, drool dripping down your back as she rutted mindlessly into you, sevika knew she would do anything you asked of her now.

something about you like this just did something to her; it was better than drinking, better than smoking, better than shimmer, better than anything else this world had to offer, she was sure of it. she bit down into your shoulder in an effort to contain herself, her hips snapping into yours violently as you struggled to speak in your fucked out state. "d—don't fu—ckin' stop 'vika!" you stammered out, voice pitchy and breathless as the words struggled to come out. sevika only bit down harder into your shoulder in response, causing you to moan yet again.

sevika had experienced phantom limbs before with her arm, but never like this. she swore she could feel you clenching around her cock, impossibly wet, pussy fluttering with each stroke. and it felt like heaven on earth. whatever she had done to deserve this, she would do it a million times over if it meant spending one second longer in your perfect pussy. "ha—i'm gonna c—cum!" you squeaked out, grabbing onto the sheets desperately as sevika ravished your body, squeezing all over as you approached the edge.

"come on doll, give it to me." she murmured— no, demanded, laying a kiss where she had been biting previously, before licking it, her voice breathy and sultry. and you did just that, cumming nearly on command to her desprate rutting.

and that's what did her in, you were sure, as you heard a desperate whimper escape the stoic copper-skinned woman's lips as you clenched around her strap. the nails of her metal claw dug into your hips as her thrusting stuttered. but as quick as the pause came, it went, and she was pounding you even harder than before, leading to your explosive end as you sobbed out underneath her. sevika had never needed someone like this before; so bad that she lost all control of her body, that she made pathetic sounds like this. and she was mortified by the noises she was making, to say the least.

sevika bit her lip and tried to fight back another whine but she couldn't help it as you squeezed her hand and her cock yet again— and she found herself wishing she could be inside you like this for real as she struggled not to cum herself just from your body and pleasure. she tried to stifle the noises, biting her lip so hard she knew it was bleeding, but that fell apart the moment your begging began. "p—please baby w—anna hear yo—u!" you pleaded, body shaking from the overstimulation as she ravaged your body.

and sevika did let go, a flurry of whines and whimpers escaping her lips as she destroyed your cunt till you couldn't take it anymore, making sure you were good and fucked out before she began to slow. you were in a daze of euphoria beneath her as she pulled out and you collapsed on the bed. sevika only left you to retrieve a towel and a glass of water, fully intent on cleaning you up and showering you with kisses as she finds you passed out on your bed.

(you make sure to let her know the next morning, however, that you'll need to hear her like that more often...)

[animentality]

I know x reader fans have always existed, and I don't generally mind them.

however I feel like the way they've overtaken fandom analysis/ shipping culture is an indication of the general decline of fandom communities.

they are normies, guys. I'm sorry.

it's not a slur, it's just a fact.

normies infiltrated fandom spaces because of covid.

they come in and just want to thirst after a particular character... and that's like. fine. of course it's fine it's always happened.

but they don't seem to actually care about the character being in character. nor does it really require any analysis of that character's motivations or story, or their relationship with others.

I know not everything HAS to relate to canon. like duh, we are here to make our own canon.

but come the fuck on. I go into a tag and it has a character tagged being some dommy daddy when that character is nothing like that in canon... and there's this line between making a character act a certain way bc that's your fetish, and completely ignoring who that character is entirely to the point where you could just replace their name with anyone else in any other show, and it wouldn't make a difference?

like that's... normie shit. it's people who do not think deeply or passionately about that media, it's just them having this surface level grasp of the physical attractiveness of the character.

and again. I'm not saying these people are stupid or whatever, just that the overabundance of this watered down ass content is an indicator of how much fandom has changed.

fans are not the socially awkward introverted queer voyeurs anymore, who enjoy fantasies and daydreaming about being someone else because of this disconnect with the self, or this fear of others that leads you to seek human connection in fiction.

they're the people who do just fine with other people ... and I'm not gatekeeping fandom from people who aren't socially awkward or anything.

but they come here, and they do shit like say you can't like this ship bc it's morally wrong .. you're not allowed to thirst after an 18 year old that makes you a pedophile... I'm 15 and I'm allowed to lust for Gojo but you a 25 year old woman, aren't allowed to write itafushi fanfiction.

go back to taxes and your job!!!

like that drives me fucking insane. these people want to insist they're not normies but they then go around insisting that being over 20 means you need to Work and Be a Normal Adult... bitch.

adults make fandoms. not you fucking children. you don't know how to build communities, you barely know how to make friends.

attacking people who like the same thing you do? is that what you think community building is?

oh this poor generation. anyway.

they come here and are disgusted by weird fetishes and obsessions. and by people sharing sexual headcanons or ideas about sexuality that make them uncomfortable because they've never ever been counter culture, they've never felt the need to go against the status quo.

they're cis straight girls/women mostly, whose mothers basically fuel the ya spicy romance booktok industry.

they're just younger and think it's trendier to be "in a fandom" than a fucking book club.

they're modern day bodice ripper fans... which again

would be so fucking fine, if they weren't doing the youth version of karening the fuck out.

and flooding the fandom with both hyper criticism of how you conduct your business AND an aggressive market for just imagining yourself with a character.

like fandom was originally just hyper passionate freaks.

they discussed movies and TV shows like life and death. they were fucking nuts but in the way where they needed to seek one another out, to share in this joyous sensation of being a freak obsessed with something beyond the point of reason.

now?

now it's like ... oh.

Sally from Bio thinks your love of Gaara is super creepy when you're 19. like what, are you a pedophile? why are you imagining him getting married to Naruto? are you a fucking pedophile who gets off to teens making out? they need to check your hard drive!!

like ok Sally.

ok.

I just think x reader is such a strong indicator of what kind of fan you are.

and if a fandom is mostly x reader... then it can't be that popular. it can't be a proper community.

how can it be?

it's as watered down and generic and bland as a marvel movie. it's stripped down of anything unique. it is pruned of controversy and humanity.

you are literally stripping yourself down into a non character.

you're not truly projecting yourself into a character, because the you that you read about is nothing. a placeholder. you are a passive observing robot who exists only in the form of a faceless and personality less entity.

and I don't get it.

what's the point then?

isn't fiction about realizing something about yourself or others

if your only manner of engaging is stripping yourself of personality... is it engagement at all?

or is it just more mindless consumption?

just watch law and order, man.

watch the good doctor or some shit on lifetime.

there's shows with passionate fanbases who theory craft and endlessly obsess with relationships and world building, and then there's shows with x reader only content and you know exactly why now.

[beef-brisket]

Adam: It's- just... shut up.

Lucifer laughed as Adam got up and stretched.

Adam: Fuck... haven't had a good run at doing the podcast...

Lucifer: I was thinking that. Let's just go back to doing our usual thing, huh? No more drinking episodes... especially if you can't handle more than two glasses of the good stuff~.

Adam: Look- I'm a guy, alright-?

Lucifer: Really? Could have fooled me~.

Adam: ...I'm going to ignore that. As I was saying, I'm a guy, I'm made to handle the hard stuff. I'm rugged and tough, I only drink the shit alcohol. The good stuff is too weak for me.

Lucifer: WEAK?! Are you insane?! You were on your ass so fucking quick-!

Adam: Shut the fuck up- you know what I mean!

Lucifer: Pft. Whatever... you know I'm not letting the lamb thing down, right~.

Adam blushed: Motherfucker- it was a thing from Earth, alright?! I used to nap with the lambs and- you know what? Fuck off.

Lucifer laughed as Adam walked out of the recording room.

Lucifer: Still emotionally closed off, huh? I might need to get in touch with that therapist he slept with.

-

Lucifer: Welcome back to the Hotel Yard! We're re-recording this, because... well... it's not important. I've got some news, actually! And don't worry, my daughter has given me permission to announce this!

Adam: Oh yeah? Jumping right in, huh?

Lucifer: ...Oh! Right, I'm Lucifer, and this is my co-host who is currently wearing hot pants- Adam!

Adam: What?! I fucking am not! And that's a fucking relief to all of you, if I had this ass out, you'd all be clawing my door down to get a piece.

Lucifer laughed: You'll need to beat them off with a stick!

Adam smirked: With an axe, actually.

Lucifer gasped: Adam! Too soon!

Adam: For Bambi, maybe. Anyway, you kids news. What is it?

Lucifer: Oh! Yes, I'm so excited! So, she's not really... OUT there like most royalty-.

Adam scoffed: Taking after her dad.

Lucifer: ...I'm going to let that slide because this news is so fucking great, alright? As I was saying- Charlie and Maggie-.

Adam: -Vaggie.

Lucifer: Vaggie are getting married!

Adam: Oh shit! That's sick!

Lucifer glared: ...Sick?

Adam: I-It's a compliment, man! It's like a bitter word for cool! Chill, man, chill!

Lucifer: ...It is sick, isn't it? My beautiful darling, getting married to the love of her life!

Adam: You paying for the wedding, man?

Lucifer: Obviously! It'll be grand- and the talk of not only Hell, but Heaven to!

Adam: Oh, I'm sure~.

Lucifer: And you're going-.

Adam: What?! Why me?! I'm busy that week!

Lucifer: How do you know? There's no date yet.

Adam: Look- I can promise you, I'll be busy, alright? Congrats to them, but I don't do weddings.

Lucifer: You're just butt hurt you didn't get a wedding~.

Adam: Fucker- I am not!

Lucifer: Uh huh~.

The Hotel Yard

Adam: So, Lucifer hadn't heard this yet but there is an AI version of our show already.

Lucifer: Shit, okay.

AI Lucifer: Hello everyone I'm with my co-host Adam. And might I say you look like you've escaped from a mental institution.

Adam: So already you start off with insulting me

Lucifer: Yeah but we take turns

Adam: Giving blows to each other

Lucifer: Yeah we take turns blowing each other.

Adam: HAHAHA!!

AI Adam: That's not nice Lu

AI Lucifer: No, but you want to know something else? We're gay for each other.

Lucifer: What!? Hahaha!

Adam: Fucking Jesus hahaha!

I love these goobers so much 😂

AI Adam: We love recording this podcast. But our fathers hate us.

Lucifer and Adam nearly die if laughing.

Lucifer: W-What the fuck?!

Adam: It's not fucking wrong, dude!

[star-lights-up]

OKAY OKAY OKAY BUT: Cherik "The Martian" AU

So I'm rereading the martian today because i am sick again, so obviously I need hard science fiction to combat the existential dread, and my brain just kept latching onto dialogue bits and going "CHERIK! MAKE IT CHERIK"

My thoughts are:

Charles and Erik were friends at one point, maybe during college, maybe at the beginning of training, IDK, at some point they had a bit of a falling out. They're civil enough to still get put on the mission together but it's well known they don't get along.

Though there was that one night, where they were both kinda drunk, and they got together......... ("We can't do this again." Erik said, angrily, in the morning. Charles left without so much as glancing at him, let alone responding.)

There's a sandstorm on sol 6, and the team is trying to evacuate (probably the first class team because that's just easy. Hank = pilot. I bet you moira is the leader lady, lewis, military trained or whatever. And everyone else is there too, but i'm on my asthma medication so I can't think clearly, so they don't get specific roles)

The radio dish comes off, impales Charles, he blows backward while unconscious (lower gravity or some shit idk physics) and crashes into Erik, who then gets hit by more debris. The thing that impaled Charles also impaled his biotelemetry reader, and Erik's got crushed on impact/by the debris, so both of them read as dead to their crew members, who have to leave or else they die too.

Erik wakes up first, since he's not actively bleeding and his suit's not impaled and loosing air. The sandstorm is over, the HAB (think space station/tent) is intact (yay!), but the MAV (think small spaceship good for like, a round trip to and from a larger vessel) is gone (fuck).

He tries to wake Charles up, but ends up dragging him back to the HAB on his own. He takes out the antenna that impaled him and sews up and bandages the cut, while Charles is semi-conscious. It's painful for now, but he'll live. Erik's exhausted, so he goes back to his own bunk and falls asleep, kinda hoping this is all a nightmare.

It's not gone in the morning. He's still stuck on mars in a glorified tent with limited resources and his least favorite person on the team.

They talk to each other, Charles thanks him for helping him, and they decide that they're just going to have to work together to get off of mars alive.

Charles = botanist, erik is the engineer (basically gonna have them split the original main guy's braincell. They already share one anyway).

Potato farming

Along the way, they kinda sorta start becoming friends again. They're relying on each other to survive, they're the only people each other can talk to... They play chess on the computers and watch Moira's awful 70's television and listen to disco that she brought along with her. They farm potatoes and jerry rig rovers and then oops, they fell asleep in the same tiny bunk watching tv together. Oops, they hugged after the potatoes germinated. Oops, they kissed in celebration when they finally made contact with NASA again.

Just like that, they've fallen into a new rhythm. They still argue a lot, but now there's also a good amount of kissing and little fleeting touches while they work together and they put their bunks together and fall asleep in each other's arms ("Do you realize," Charles says one night, Erik curled against his chest, pressing slow kisses to his collarbone, "We're the only people to have made love on a planet other than Earth?" Erik snorts softly, "NASA's not going to be hearing about that, if I can help it." "You realize that the HAB's always recording us, yes? They'll get the footage when we get back to Earth." "...Right. Huh." Erik frowns, then shrugs, "Worth it." Charles laughs.)

Erik gets stuck inside the airlock when the HAB deflates and they loose all their potatoes. Charles is in the rover and, for a while, was convinced Erik was dead. Until he saw the airlock start to roll towards the HAB, and then he started steering the rover over.

After they got the HAB back up, NASA tells them they're sending a supply probe called "Iris." (Transmission goes like this: [08:31] JPL: Keep us posted on any mechanical or electric problems. By the way, the name of the probe we're sending is Iris. Named after the Greek goddess who traveled the heavens with the speed of wind. She's also the goddess of rainbows. [08:47] LEN/XAV: Gay probe coming to save us. Got it. Erik heads back to the HAB. "Hello, darling. How's Houston?" Charles says, not turning from his soil samples or whatever the fuck he's been doing for three days. "They're sending us a pride-themed probe full of granola bars." Erik answers, shoving off his EVA suit. Charles turns to give him a quizzical, are-you-joking kind of look, then bursts out laughing upon seeing Erik's dead serious face. "Well, it's certainly fitting," He says, walking up to Erik and wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.)

Anyways. Iris doesn't make it, shit keeps going wrong, BUT eventually their team catches wind of a plan -- a risky plan, but one that could save cherik. So, without houston's permission, they pilot their ship on a course back to mars. They'll do a flyby, and if Charles and Erik can get to the site of Ares 5 and the MAV for that mission, retrofit the MAV, make it to their team's ship without dying/miscalculating and shooting off into the depths of outer space, they can get to that ship and on a course back to earth by sol 549.

They spend a bunch of time retrofitting their rovers for the trip, and so begins the classic cherik roadtrip -- martian style!! (I just want to mention that there's like no space, so just picture them cuddled up for a good night's sleep on the front bench of the rover. there. cuteness among the science).

They flip at one point. I could add details but it's been a while of me writing this and my brain is slowly dying and i'm tired so. that's it.

They make it to ares 5, they retrofit the MAV, then they do The Riskiest Space Flight of All Time. Random shit goes wrong, everyone's improvising, it pretty much seems like they're done for...

They get back to the big ship. They're safe!! (well, as safe as you can be in space.) But they get a hot shower and full meals and much more comfortable bunks (in separate rooms, technically, but Erik refuses to leave Charles's side so they end up in one bunk that first night. Usually they'd try to be a bit more discreet, but what the fuck. They've been stuck on mars. They almost just died. They deserve to fall asleep in each other's arms.)

They are HEROS back on earth. They get married almost immediately -- it seems quick to a lot of people, but they're so trauma bonded that, like, it's necessary. they go to paris on their honeymoon and get lots of free stuff. They never go to space again lol (and gladly)

THE END (fucking finally, it's 12:00 am on the dot and i've been writing this for 45 minutes.)

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

build episode 34 thoughts:

- episode title "the separated best match" so uh does anyone want to tell me something :-|

- my son's so fucking stupid that the moment a person introduces himself with 3+ names he starts to get confused. and i say that with love . i love him so much

- ENOUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GUARDS SHUT THIS MAN UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!

- love the implication that he's apparently a certified planet ending villain freak but he still has to iron his own clothes. being a supervillain doesn't pay well you guys. that's how you know he's doing it for the love of game

- I'D BURN THROUGH EVERY SOUL I KNEW. IF I THOUGHT THE FIRE WAS WARMING YOU

- haha..wait..if evolt has the evol driver + the pandora box is here + the other bottles will arrive soon + AND banjo's in the area??? aw fuck off LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

- me pretending idgaf so evolt leaves banjo the fuck alone:

- i just. started laughing uncontrollably. out loud.

- CLOSE ENOUGH WELCOME BACK PARAEMUUUUUUUUUUUU

- well i uhh...i have Thoughts

- would stalk x banjo be technically selfcest or are they mixed with enough external elements for it to count as a usual ship. is what i wanted to ask. um

- (scratches head) i need to rewatch ex-aid after this i think

- if i have a dollar for every time a villain is revealed to be the enemysona of my oshi i would have two dollars......

- don't get me wrong i am deathly entertained and i'm currently running some evil ryusen plots in my head atm and it's killing me how the one part of evolt who had forgotten who he was and met sento managed to learn how to continue loving and hoping the best for a world that has done nothing but wrong him but like. i need a moment. or two

- i mean. he could be lying you know. he doesn't really have a very good track record when it comes to trust, banjo-kun

- man. okay

- i should repost that one reply i made about selflessness vs selfishness parallels when it comes to senryu bc this time i have receipts. what the fuck man

- fourth gay montage

- senryu should just start dating already. what the fuck

- my son's gonna fucking die

- i have a bad feeling. banjo's left standing there but. uh. mm.

- he... he's not... it can't be. right??

- haha it's not like they fucking merged finally or whatever bc banjo reached the correct hazard right lol haha. lol. no. i'm not trying to escape from playing the episode. totally

- i can't fucking do this. i can't fucking do this

- what happened to his hair lmao

- clearly fucking not

- HIS HAIR LOOKS SO UGLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TAKE IT BACK EVOLT YOU FUGLY ASSSSSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- my wife..... come back from the war....

- the voice is taking me tf out

- WIFE THIS ISN'T YOU. COME BACK TO MEEEEEEEEE

- sento waking up to a fugly ass hairstyle LMFAOOOOOO

- EIJI AKASO YOU SHOULD'VE STOOD YOUR GROUND. THIS HAIR IS UGLY. EIJI WHY DID YOU LET THE HAIRSTYLISTS GET AWAY WITH THIS. EIJI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- on closer inspection it's not that bad but i'm deathly entertained by this plot twist so he should've been hotter for maximum effect!!!!!!!!

- anyway i need evolt to die

[faceofpoe]

Poe, I was delighted, nay, obsessed with the post you reblogged about Collapsed Coruscant. What do you think would happen there after everyone with any credits fucked off to Hosnian Prime or wherever?

Ha, hello friend! Thank you for the much-needed break from doomscrolling. XD

My morbid obsession with Coruscant has always been around how we've seen it (it's so twisted! it just keeps burying itself, layer by layer! the iconic episode 10 Luthen&Lonni shot is of course an excellent example of the old mostly-forgotten infrastructure but my favorite glimpse of the depths is actually in the final Clone Wars season (there's a fucking lake! fucking what. and even THAT is like... so HIGH relative to the surface) (the SURFACE! there's some twisted remnant of a dead planet down there!) (I have gathered through the course of researching for a TBB fic that the TCW portrayal is largely born from a canceled video game called 1313? I think? Lost to the Dark Times the Disney I imagine. Anyway I digress)(MiniPoe just came down to tell me about his Sonic Encyclo-speedia and something about Metal Sonic getting too much backstory(?)(maybe?)so I lost my train of thought)).

BUT if we take a moment to imagine the infrastructure that must go into keeping the lower levels habitable (I'm not sure what the canon (if any) on how deep one can go) with food and water and air (I mean - AIR, at some depth surely it's just suffocating surely??) -

Side tangent there was an old EU novel in the New Jedi Order bonkers era where a mass evacuation of Coruscant/collapse of the government-ish happened and the novel Traitor has a character wandering the desolation of the planet and all the destruction and I don't remember a lot from it (there were def monsters though) but it's probably where my obsession was born.

Additional side tangent one of the EU X-wing novels has a fun little bit with a star destroyer buried (somehow??? these books were written pre-prequels, mind) under the city and it blasts its way free and just MAYHEM DESTRUCTION DEATH like millions of people just -

LAST side tangent in I thiiiiink the EU Jedi Academy trilogy (do not quote me on that) (also pre-prequels days) the Very Young Solo twins wandered off and ended up finding their way to the bottom of Coruscant where they met a dude who was like... a self-proclaimed king of the underworld (I think he'd once been some govt lackey under Palpatine maybe? I read these like 14 years ago lol) and he'd fled and was ruling happily in the depths and upon being informed 'oh hey yeah it's not like that anymore the Empire is gone you can come back up now' he was all "why would I I am a KING down here?" and just fucked off back to the basement.

Point being the EU was ridiculous as all fuck but it had fun playing with Coruscant before we had a Lucas-approved visual of Coruscant.

BUT if all the wealth up and fled Coruscant after the Empire. Hm. I mean, we still see a significant govt presence on the planet a handful of years later in Mando s3 I believe? So I like to imagine there was a sense of 'hey let's not murder trillions via negligence' but as time goes on and instability heightens and whatever the fuck First Order schisming or some shit (sorry I'm the worst sort of Star Wars fan (the type who thinks Star Wars would be good if only it were good))-

I feel like Coruscant would actually become a bastion (lol (no one gets that joke probably)) for remaining (wealthy) Imperial ideologues. Like - maybe some money would flee but I actually wonder if plenty wouldn't move in and continue enjoying living atop all the poor denizens of the depths. Content to live in the shadow of former Imperial glory and leave the New Republic to its rebuilding.

Ensuing power struggle with underworld warlord sorts who have been moving up since the Empire was yeeted? Waiting until the New Republic gets bored rehabilitating the galaxy to come all the way up and claim the prime real estate?

Eventual massive division and power struggle among a bunch of chaos factions, basically, is my proposal. Eventually, winning becomes more important than maintaining the infrastructure and supply lines. Eventually, maybe, the vicious competition for said supply lines ends up severing them altogether. Plenty of safer business to pursue, in the galactic rebuilding. Coruscant slowly fades from the greater galactic awareness. Left to its madness. Left to tear itself apart. Left to rot. Eventually left, undoubtedly, by many of the same sorts who set it on its slow death spiral in the first place.

Coruscant eventually goes dark.

Coruscant eventually goes quiet.

Every new level constructed through the millennia was, of course, built to be the best, the top, built to last.

How strange to finally have one emerge the victor, standing proud atop a dead city.

But the planet is just the same thing it always was, far back as history remembers - a tomb at the heart of the galaxy.

[riddle-me-fear]

Who tops? 😈

[don't think I need to put this here, but disclaimer anyway: tw sex and mature language]

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Haaah yes, I knew this question would come up sooner or later.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... I'm leavin'.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

But Jooon, this is the perfect opportunity to practice! See, anon, he doesn't like to talk about these topics in front of others. Riddle me this, Jon, how can you possibly call yourself the master of fear, if you can't even face your own?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

...

That exploitation shit ye'r doin'? It's sickening.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Glad you're staying with us, Jon. Now, to answer your question: Both of us. I top him, he tops me, whatever we feel like in the moment.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Mmmh ya take it a lot mo' often tho.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Aaaah, I beg to differ. See, when I bottom, we do it once and call it a day. When you bottom, you want it several times in a row. And sometimes we even switch it up in the middle of it. So yes, in frequency, it may seem like I take it more often, but I'd argue, looking at the picture in total, we're actually quite matched.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... Ya know, I know ya have da compulsion ta be right all the time. An' we've been together fo' a long time. Still naht used to it. An' I don't think I eva will.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh don't try to pin this on me now, just because you've still got so much toxic masculinity within yourself that you don't want to admit that I'm right. For crying out loud, you still refuse to call yourself gay or bi to this day.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Fuck's sake, Eddie, we've had dis argument a gazillion times befo'.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Don't you "Eddie" me! Being romantically and sexually involved with a man, even if it's "just one man" still makes you gay, Jon! And if you're also into women, that makes you bi! Or pan, or whatever more orientations are out there nowadays.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Fuckin' 'ell, if we weren't a thing, I'd only be interested in women. Nah that makes me straight, don't it?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

But oh! There's something incredibly trivial you're forgetting here. News flash: we ARE a thing, Jon! And there's NO shame in admitting you enjoy getting fucked in the ass, just as much as I do. Oh, and your claim that I'm the only man you're interested in? - bull-fucking-shit. If you were given the opportunity to have the absolute SHIT railed out of you by Sinestro RIGHT this second for as long and often as you wanted, TELL ME me RIGHT NOW to my FACE you wouldn't take it!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

...

...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Well??

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I hate'chu so much sometimes.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Didn't answer my question, Jooon.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Hhhhh, yes. ...Yes I'd fuckin' take it.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

See? That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Still fuckin' hate you.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Naaaw, is my pumpkin pie upset? Tell you what, I'll service you tonight, alright? You can play pillow princess and I'll do it just the way you like it. My treat.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... As often as I want?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Until my back hurts, my knees ache and I pass out from exhaustion next to you.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... Aight.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Will thou ever forgive me for all this torment I've brought upon thee, my love?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Heheheh, depends how many rounds ya can last.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Aaaaah! Are you hearing this, anon? The pure audacity. First he's being a jerk, then he's a cheeky bastard. Unbelievable.

[doctor-bus]

I tend to have extremely vivid (sometimes lucid, though I don't have much control) dreams, but there are two that really take the cake for me. Under a readmore because they're long

The first one was a nightmare I had once while taking a nap. It was a really long dream, and most of it was just me going through my daily life, doing things like sitting at my desk on my computer, talking to my mom at home, attending class, ect ect ect. All super mundane and not scary at all. Except every so often my ex would call me, and I didn't want to talk to this ex so I was ignoring the calls.

Except later on, I was rushing across the university campus I was attending at the time and not really paying attention, so when my phone rang I answered it on reflex. Instead of my ex, it was a robotic, automated sounding voice listing off a description. Things like "He is: blonde. He has: blue eyes. He is: 6 foot 5. He is: 200 lbs." It was weird and creepy, so I quickly hung up before the message ended. I sent a couple texts to my mom and friends about this weird ass spam call I got and then just went to class.

The rest of the day in the dream, I kept getting the calls and ignoring them. I knew that it would be the same voice if I picked up, and I really didn't want to get involved in whatever weird bullshit that was.

Then it was evening, and I'd just gotten out of the shower. I remember the sensory detail of the steam in the hallway being extremely vivid (I think just because I was overheating under the blanket). I stepped from my bathroom into my bedroom (in nothing but a bath towel, as I hadn't finished drying off yet) and immediately grabbed my phone off my desk to check it, but my hands were still kind of wet so I fumbled it and accidentally called the number back. It fell on the ground and I had to kneel down to pick it up. By the time I did, it was already partway through the message

"He is: blonde. He has: blue eyes. He is: 6 foot 5. He is: 200 lbs. He is: right handed. He is: 15 ft away."

And at that moment I realize that I am supposed to find this person, and that this person is coming to find me.

My bedroom only had two possible points of entry, one door and one window. I was near the door, so I backed up a little and angled myself so that I could see both at the same time.

My closet door opened behind me.

I scrambled back from the closet towards my desk and window, and this guy slowly climbs out of my closet wearing a tattered, old, incredibly creepy dinosaur costume. It looked sort of like a cursed, hand-sewn doll, stained + faded blue fabric and black bead eyes. He has to sort of bend down to get the long neck and head out, but then he stands upright and is absolutely looming over me, and I'm still kneeling on my floor pretty much naked.

I know with full certainty that whatever the voice sent him here to do will not end well for me. So I quickly grabbed a dagger off my desk (one I'd looked at online right before the dream but didn't end up buying) and stabbed upward at him, right into his crotch.

And out of the wound came dozens and dozens of hands, all grabbing me and pulling me into the split seam.

Then I woke up and spent the rest of the day going "what the absolute fuck was that?!?!?" lol

The other one was less scary, but very emotionally moving.

I dreamed that I was an actor, and that I played the villainess on a power-rangers type show. It was kind of hokey and cheesy, but I was part of an evil power couple with another character, both themed after pollution (for the good guys to beat back, ofc). Like I think I was styled after oil and he was styled after industrial smoke or something???

Anyway, our characters are in evil love or whatever, and we were kind of flirting too. Nothing had come of it yet, but we had really good chemistry and spent a lot of time making flirty banter in between filming scenes at this park in my home town.

(Also at one point we, and a bunch of our coworkers, kicked the shit out of a truck with awful transphobic bumper stickers and ran away lol.)

Anyway, I wanted to keep things going with this guy, but he was really hesitant, saying things like how I didn't really know him and I needed to understand; it's not just his character, he really is toxic. Saying that it's better if we end it there and whatnot.

But then the show got cancelled and we all got fired. (Maybe partially bc of the truck incident. We didn't get caught, but there were enough trans people and allies in the cast and crew that we were suspected. The guy may not have had a name but he DID have blue hair and pronouns, and he was super understanding that I'm non-binary even though I was playing a femme fatale)

I said that was stupid, and that I wanted to keep seeing him, and he kind of relented and said he wanted to keep seeing me too.

Throughout the rest of the dream, we'd meet up periodically. I was doing some other stuff too (there was a weird nonsense segment where I was astral projecting to a Thanksgiving feast and my cousin spilled sprite on the stove and I couldn't clean it up bc I couldn't touch anything??? but that wasn't really relevant).

Anyway, I kept meeting up with this guy, but some things were off. Like, I'd try to call him one day and it'd say it was disconnected, but then he'd call me back from that same number a few hours later. There was another point where I walked the apartment building that I thought he lived in, only to see it burnt out and abandoned, but then later when I walked by again it was normal and I could see him in the lobby through the window. So I kind of assumed that maybe I was mistaken? Maybe I'd gotten lost? But then google maps also said the building was abandoned. But I was like, whatever.

And I had a really good romance with this guy, like, it felt like we had a very serious relationship for months.

Then out of the blue, he says we need to break up. I'm emotionally devastated, asking why, crying, saying that I really love him and I thought we were happy??

And he looks me dead in the eye and says

"Because I'm not real. And the closer you get to me, the closer you come to not being real either."

And then I woke up, feeling a profound sense of loss for the life we had together. I still remember him fondly sometimes, even though it was only a dream.

Anyway if you read all that, thanks for coming to my TED talk lol. I have a lot of cinematic dreams like this, but these two are def the wildest.

I’m so nosy what’s the weirdest, strangest, most insane dream you’ve ever had?

[shirozora-draws]

And now for something completely different--- some sketches of my coworkers' pets during a 2-hour department meeting with a 0.5mm gel ink pen. It always feels so damn good to scribble with a pen because you really have to think about where you're putting down your lines but that also gives you the freedom to get loose and fun with your choices. Sketches went home with the coworkers and one of them even told me later that their partner cried upon seeing it because they were having a bad day and the sketch made them feel heaps better.

[hey-hey-j]

something that's partly an experiment but mostly just a reference

(★ my Kofi)

[tenderjock]

I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[sergle]

I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon

[squiddlysq]

Finished System Collapse the other day & Murderbot has never been more relatable

First image based on this post by @murderbot-moodboard

[xxplastic-cubexx]

MARVEL RIVALS NEW SEASON DROPS ON MY BIRTHDAY LETS FUCKIGN GO????????