#flesh chamber

[eghostsofdeadchildren]

Flesh Chamber.

[saint-hymn]

mercy, mèrci

[theautumnaldemon]

Sean Forgelabs is a mad scientist. To me at least

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

im going insane i need to re write splatoon 3's story right now

[brown-little-robin]

on my bucket list is to write a moody psychedelic story from the perspective of someone with synesthesia. I could do it. I could write paragraphs dripping with metaphors. blooming like a carpet of flowers. only the metaphors aren't metaphors they're just the literal physical experience, the electric explosions in the cross-wired brain of the point-of-view character.

[eebie]

we are deconstructing gender on Google docs tonight boys

[bolobutch]

And they were brothers (oh my god they were brothers..); updated family portraits and an update on Lin's current existential crisis (now about 70% resolved after finally Talking It Through As A Crew!)

[nururu]

Do u ever feel like... Reincarnation has to be real.... Bc you were born with innate abilities... That have no explanation... Like how I can tie a tie perfectly even tho no ones ever taught me how. How I just know how and always have. Or how I can find a golden ratio in no time. My mind just knows. My eyes just see it and frame it... How I can solve a maze puzzle in seconds without making a mistake... Even if it's an advanced maze puzzle..... Some would call this autism.... I call it my 147th reincarnation cycle.

[stoppit-keepout]

listening to Anatomy Theater as I decommission old computers, really tapping into my inner sadist today

[rifleseye]

Expectations & the Pressure to Perform

Perceptor’s seen as the Autobots’ greatest mind, this isn’t an exaggeration, this is stated within canon. However, something that’s not necessarily explored is how that must put a lot of pressure on him. He seems to bear it with ease and with grace but I honestly think that’s because his love of science normally outweighs expectations put on him.

The truth is that the expectations others place upon him only exacerbates the expectations and pressure to perform he places upon himself. Others pushing this narrative that he can solve anything, I mean he’s Perceptor, of course he can, means that he often feels obligated to meet those expectations and even more so: Outperform them.

He’s less treated as a person as he is treated as his title and accomplishments, which paradoxically is the very thing the war started for standing against. So here he is, where everyone’s pigeon-holed him into this image that’s been made of him and when he acts out of the Expected Norm it’s seen as this almost betrayal (i.e. Ratchet and Blaster’s reactions to when he became a sniper.)

When he became a Wrecker I’d imagine he had one week of this just... fleeting feeling of freedom until he saw how deeply ingrained those expectations of him are. Which, at the end of the day, is part of the reason he went on the Lost Light. There’s only 200 people to have any set expectations of him, as opposed to an Entire World (And with Kimia’s fall, since he was so high up in the Scientific Community, there would’ve been a lot of pressure he’d place on himself to help rebuild.)

So you go on this ship where you can use the space and time to reignite your love of science and there’s a jet in front of you, who’s making it into a competition when it never was supposed to be. And it’s no wonder he seems annoyed all the time.

How he copes with this is by taking on too many jobs, because at least in that way, if he outperforms, then maybe... just maybe that weight will lighten.

(It won’t.)

[drondskaath]

Burial Chamber | Symbolic Flesh Entombed | 2023

Australian Old School Death Metal

Artwork by Headsplit Design

https://bitterlossrecords-au.bandcamp.com/album/symbolic-flesh-entombed

[salsakiyoomi]

“you tempt me.”

sukuna says as you walk into the chamber, in nothing but a thin nightgown that clings to all the right places and leaves little to the imagination.

“...i didn't do anything?” you say, confused as you dry your hair with a towel and make your way over to the mattress where he is laying on his side of the bed.

“everything you do is tempting.” he says pointedly.

“i'm not sure whether this is an insult or a compliment.” you respond, smiling at him.

he stares at you for a few moments, and although he would never admit it — he admires the way you look, the curve of your lips, your flushed cheeks, your eyes and the way they sparkle, the way your damp hair frames your face — everything about you was just so tempting. that's the only way he could describe it.

and god, not to mention your body — your curves and contours and the thin nightgowns you usually wear that highlight your body so irresistibly.

“ryo,” you coo softly as you notice his lingering gaze, “what’s on your mind?”

“why must you infuriate me?” he asks, and you quirk an eyebrow, letting out a surprised laugh, “i literally didn't do anything.”

he scoffs — even the way you laugh was tempting him, and it wasn't in a bad way.

maybe that's what infuriates him.

it's sickening, the hold you have on him.

“ryo,” you coo again, and he scoffs again, “call me that one more time.” he warns and you laugh once more.

“c'mere.” you hum, climbing on his lap and instinctively his hands come at your hips, gripping and kneading the soft flesh gently.

your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull him closer, pecking his lips for a moment and sukuna tries to convince himself that there is no growing heat on his face.

you pull away after a moment, resting your forehead against his as his gaze bores into you and he ignores the increasing speed of his heart.

he scoffs, “temptation.”

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[xenomorphicdna]

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[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, praise, size kink, fıngering, dirty talk, oral fixation, mdni.

“easy, easy,” sukuna groans, having you laid on his broad, empty lap. you’re straddling him, chewing on your bottom lip as he’s knuckles deep into your drooling cunt. already, a clear sheet of slick coats down a single finger of his and you’re twitching from his hold. a cocky grin paints against his lips as one of his free hands attach to your waist. “ah, c’mon. not that bad. ‘s just one finger, princess.”

“y- your fingers are s-so thick, ‘kuna,” you babble out in broken words, and it doesn’t take long before your muscles tighten. indeed, he had much length to his fingers. he was easing you up because just moments ago, you insisted on how you could easily take him on the first try. of course, he decided to help you out anyway, finding amusement in how you’re already about to gush out from just a single digit. the stretch was immaculate, your tummy churns in a line of zig zags as you feel him slowly insert yet another finger inside. “fuck, ‘s long.”

with a breathy chortle, he makes you slump forward into his chest. “such a weak girl,” and his voice pitches against your ear — his breath, hot and fanning near the soft lobe of your ear. “if you can barely handle two fingers, what makes you think you can take two of my cocks, little one?”

your moans become more loud, echoing through the bouncy walls of his devilish, isolated chambers.

your body fails to remain still, grinding against his hand directly underneath you. “k- kunaaa,” you huff, your own jaw becoming loose and dangling itself agape.

it was so delicious . . the stretch, oh the stretch,

the way his two fingers curl into a salacious circular motion, rotating around the goopy insides of your sopping pussy. you were weak, so so weak.

he groans, hearing the slosh slosh squelches your own mess sings from the impact. “hah, ‘s good. i can take one more, please.”

chuckling, his lips press against your forehead. “hm, dunno. maybe i should take ‘em out..”

“s- sukuna,” you whimper, hearing him snickering at your desperate plea. your walls were more clingy than you were on a daily basis, sticking against the texture of his fingers like glue. with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you gasp once you feel the alleviated pressure arise furthermore. “pleaseplease, more. i can take another finger. need another finger.”

“girl,” he snarls, a single fang baring and you jolt into his chest once he spanks your pussy once.

the brief sting that follows makes you throb and it scratches such a good itch in your brain. “what did i tell ya? you don’t need, you want. repeat that sentence for me, pretty.”

“i— i want another finger inside,” you correct yourself, your eye twitching at his familiar sass. sukuna remained seated on his notorious throne, sexily manspread with you on top of him also. your legs felt like mush practically, and the stimulation has you swooning for more. gasping, you bite down on the breaking skin of your lip once more. “want it, ryo. want you.”

“good grief, does fingering make ya forget manners too?” he slyly grins, ruby red eyes peering into the depths of your precious soul.

you sigh, knowing what that meant. as he’s still got two fingers tucked away deeply into your cunt, your arms sling over his tense shoulders. “p- please.”

“atta girllll,” he praises, another one of his hands tugging against the fabric of your blouse.

as you still make a cute attempt at rocking your hips against his lap. he slowly inserts another thick finger inside. tightening around each one individually, you whine before your entire body jitters.

sukuna chuckles deeply against your ear, feeling the claws of your nails seep into the flesh of his arm. “oooh, so three is the limit. i see,” and within three seconds, his digits pull out of your cunt. a slimey string of your filth sticks against his fingers. as he looks down with an utmost hungry gaze, he brings his fingers up to his mouth before sniffing them.

“mhm,” and with glossy eyes, you stare as the demon pops his three fingers right into his mouth. you’re still taking your seat on his lap, watching as his forked tongue devours your enchanted taste. slit eyebrows furrow in arousal before he takes it back out, bringing his fingers toward your quavering lips. “open. taste it, girl,” and as your lips happily part, he slides two fingers inside your mouth, watching you suck against them. he groans, imagining you were putting your cute throat to use on his cock— not his fingers. your pink tongue swishes around, curling against the digits and you taste the bitter taste of your own sweet. “messy fuckin’ woman. taste how dirty you are for me? yeahhh, lick it all up ‘cause ‘m gonna put ‘em right back in. gotta train this weak cunt for the real thing.”

your head bobbles a bit— every few seconds sukuna’s lengthy fingers would thrash back against your uvula, causing you to almost gag. as you lick them clean, tasting his own syrupy saliva in the process, he quickly pulls them out before stuffing them right back into your greedy cunt as promised.

sukuna raises a brow as your head lowers onto his chest. “eh,” and as your tongue playfully licks against his neglected nipples, his breath hitches. you catch him off guard and he grunts at the suddenly sensitivity. “fuck are ya doin’ brat. didn’t tell you to s-suck on . . mhm, those.”

he doesn’t exactly pull you away.

instead, he drags your head closer, looking down embarrassed as your mouth latches onto his thickset pecs like a leech.

it felt odd, strangely new.

you’re sucking against his swollen perky nipples, lolling your tongue around before that’s when he abruptly pulls you off. with a new look of neediness in his eyes, sukuna watches as a trail of your own spit departs from his nipples. you leer back up at him with a teasing grin forming on your lips and he scoffs.

sukuna ryōmen was flustered..

“y’er .. fuckin’ weird,” he grouses, and once he sees your growing simper, he uses a hand to make your head move back toward its former placement near his now dampened pecs.

“keep .. doin’ that. never told ya to stop, little girl. phew, i- i liked that.”

[wickedzeevyln]

Glass Hearts

There is a little known truth about our hearts. The heart is deceiving. Our minds perceive it as a beating pound of flesh but in reality, it is made of glass, shattering on impact, bleeding out its soul until there is nothing save for a hollow chamber. Before love, it’s a prism for our inner light sending warm spectra out into the surface and one day finding an essence-siphoning blackhole. Then,…