#fuuuuck this is so sick

[pigeonclaw]

Idk man. Not a fan of the theory / headcanon about Moonpaw hearing the voice of the sibling she absorbed in utero. That gets a little too close to "fetuses have souls" for me to feel comfortable around and I seriously hope that's not what's gonna happen. Chimerism doesn't make you into two people. It's not conjoined twins. She's just one cat made with two sets of genes. We don't have to get too weird about how bodies just naturally turn out sometimes. Idk.

[naggingatlas]

*german accent* the baboon uterus removal procedure was a success!

[no1ryomafan]

Every fucking time I think my stupid ass hyper fixation for SPECIFICALLY getter robo Armageddon is gone it reignited at 2 fucking am when I’m supposed to be asleep and I dm my moot who has a different timezone then me about it cause he started watching and I’m telling him all the stupid shit I know and ohhhhh my god it never fucking ENDS

[jokersjr]

CRYING LAUGHING

[urgirl415]

Your fic "Tell Me to Run (Or Dare to Sit and Watch What We’ll Become)" is definitely one of my favorites, and I often reread it ❤️

Omg. This nearly put me in tears thank you soooooo much like seriously my gratefulness is beyond words! I promise I haven’t forgotten about that fic, it is still firmly lodged in my mind. But finals week is kicking my ass (like literally, my body is shutting down, I’m pretty sure I have covid again (what are the fucking odds..) (and my wisdom tooth is infected (tmi I know)). Anyways, again, thank you so much for the love, and after the next two weeks you can expect many chapters out of me, I promise :)

[souppunch]

Thinking about layclaire again

[cerbreus]

it's wild that i'm not worried about my upcoming surgery itself, but more the like, preoperative requirements conflicting making me really nervous about whether my surgery will get canceled. them cutting me open in 3 places and manhandling my organs and inflating me like a human balloon? fine, funny to imagine even.

[whirlerwhirler]

i hate tourettes what do you mean i am permenantly infuriatingly uncomfortable unless 🤓☝️ i hold my elbow at just the right angle

[kanenites]

puter how insane would it look to get the entire lyrics of one bands entire discography all over my body. Puter do you hear me

[vole-mon-amour]

"I hoped my loved would save me"; "help my friends as they helped me" 😭😭😭

This dialogue is now available. Speaking with Halsin after Orin kills him.

[navybluetriangles]

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[phagodyke]

trying to figure out how tf I'm gonna get home from this gig next week..

[29121996]

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[boiledricecooker]

You are SO right about relenas politician outfit. Btw. It's literally the best outfit for her

in the middle of watching gundam wing 👍

[cursedyuri]

On my hands and knees begging for a fic where vi mocks the readers moans and the reader is super into it

bitch you’re fucking sick in the head. i love it. some kindaaaa spicy, borderline bdsm stuff below so read forth with caution! there’s aftercare tho. and 18+ as always.

vi’s trying to commit this version of you to memory: dazed and fucked out, tears streaking down your cheeks, your hands tensed around fistfuls of the bedsheets. your cunt is spread wide and puffy for her, so slick it damn near glistens in the dim bedroom lighting. dark, angry-looking hickeys decorate your complexion, and vi can’t even remember when she sucked bruises into certain parts of you - had she really spent so much time latched to your left hip? the inside of your wrist?

whatever, it’s not important. shes supposed to be focusing on giving you what you want - what you need. what you’ve been begging for since she’d first bit into the flesh where your shoulder and neck connect. it’s been two orgasms since then, and though you’re certainly more delirious now, drool weeping from the corner of your lips, eyes all faraway, you’ve still managed to keep up with the begging.

“please, vi,” you whisper, “please.”

your watery eyes search her frame, something akin to relief washing over your features when you process the fact that vi’s already slipped into her harness. there’s a wrinkle between your brows when you pout like this, and vi wants to lean over and kiss it.

“so needy,” she says instead, shuffling forward on her knees to settle herself between your legs. “can’t stop begging for it, huh?”

she grins when you nod along with what she’s saying, and through your lust-foggy gaze, you think briefly how hot it is when she smiles like that, lip scar stretching just so.

the thought disappears as quickly as it came, though, because now vi’s pushing the tip of her strap through your folds, moving with ease through the wetness spread through your twitching cunt.

“fuuuuck,” she hisses. her gaze is settled on your spread pussy, watching it drool onto the silicon. there’s something else she’d like to commit to memory.

she plays with you a bit more - she’s always liked to play with her food. you’re whimpering and gasping as she curls her hand around her strap, working it upward from your entrance to the puffy bud of your clit. the slick, wet sounds of each movement go right to her own clit, and she’d be lying if she told you she wasn’t leaking through her briefs right now.

“god, vi, i can’t—” you cut yourself off with a high, drawn-out moan, eyes crossing, because vi’s drawing circles over your clit with the strap.

“please,” you say again. and again, and again - a chorus of “please, please, please” until vi’s finally had enough. she pushes her hips into yours, sinking so deep inside of you that you swear you can feel her in your throat.

“that what you need, princess?” vi asks, voice hoarse. battle-rough hands smooth over the soft curves of your hips, and she digs her thumbs into the flesh to steady herself as she pulls out again, only to sheath herself back into you a moment later. all you can manage is a shaky moan in response, front teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“what was that?” vi says as she slams into you again, repeating the motion in quicker succession. “couldn’t hear you.”

you moan again, back arching off the bed, and this time, vi laughs. but as humorous as she finds your inability to answer, it doesn’t keep her from fucking into you faster, rougher. your cunt opens smoothly around her, takes her like it’s made for this.

“try that again,” vi tells you. she waits for that soft, whiny, pathetic moan again, and when the sound tears from your throat, she chuckles again - then, throwing her head back in a melodramatic imitation of you, she makes that same sound herself. she moans like you do, like you are right now - too fucked out to say any real words.

vi’s still fucking you through her mocking imitation, though. “hear that? s’what you sound like, cupcake. fucking needy.”

your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there’s another flood of warmth elsewhere - your cunt gushes impossibly wetter. you moan again, trying for that over-exaggerated, pornstar-type sound, and whatever you do works, because vi’s red-faced and lust-drunk. she fucks you into the mattress at a dizzying pace, and all you can do is lie there and take it, moaning and gasping her name, your mouth releasing an endless stream of ah, ah, ah…

and vi mocks you at every opportunity, laughing with that self-satisfied grin on her lips, hips snapping forward to pull more of those sounds out of you.

after, when she’s made you cream on her strap at least twice, she smooths a hand through your hair and kisses that wrinkle between your brows.

“that was hot, you know,” you say, nuzzling into her jawline. she smells like sweat and sex and musk, that characteristically vi scent that’s always so intoxicating. “you mocking me, i mean.”

“figured you liked it,” vi says with a poorly-concealed smirk. “guess i’ll have to humiliate you more next time.”

“shut up.” you shove her away, but when she pulls you back in against her naked chest, smothering you in kisses, you can’t help but beam.