#hold your mail

[qwantzfeed]

as a kid this was my favourite fantasy, way better than winning the lottery because the odds against it happening were SO much higher.  if it happened people would be like "damn, that person really beat the odds incredibly well.  not in a good way but still: objectively impressive."

[soracities]

traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

[buwheal]

Ah, the Addisons. One of them was trying to sell a dress sewed to a mannequin (I think the orange one?) and the other was selling footwear samples. As food. Uh… they’re… not very smart, are they?

[secondarysefikura]

Cloud opens the front door to the house planning on getting the mail.

Sephiroth who has been waiting at the door since three in the morning: I love you.

Cloud immediately slams the door close, he can get the mail tomorrow.

The next day, Cloud tries to get the mail again. Much to his shock and horror, however, Sephiroth is still standing there, waiting to profess his love.

This goes on for several days, with Cloud's mail being held hostage by Sephiroth's presence at the front door. Even when it starts raining one day, Sephiroth remains in place and refuses to leave for even a moment.

Then one day Cloud peaks out the window and notices Sephiroth is gone. Not wanting to let the moment go to waste, he quickly runs outside to grab his mail. Finally! Finally he can get his overdue bills and spam mail (he never thought he'd be so happy to get Shinra junk mail).

But when he turns to go back inside, Sephiroth is standing directly in front of the door.

Cloud, dropping the mail in shock: Where did you come from?!

Sephiroth: I love you.

[graementality]

trick or treat >:]

TREAT FOR YOU >:D

He’s got little hms lollies :DD

[gideonisms]

Does a podcast ever release a take you disagree with so strongly it makes you question everything you heard on it up to that point

[front-facing-pokemon]

[crithaus]

Vax bc Liam cannot methinks help being extremely gay all the time, is the one to bring up elaina most often in far more humanizing terms which is par for the course because he brings her up so often

And vex doesn't much besides responding to Vax or the iconic "do you think this is what mother saw before she died?" and I got to wonder how often she just sits there at this tavern or that stump on her watch especially early on thinking about her and how proud or not Eli'd be of her. Like obviously Vex doesn't like herself at the beginning, she's greedy and mean and callous and had killed innocent people and is selfish and everyone but Vax expects that of her and they don't really care, but at the end of the day she's not just effortlessly good all the time like keyleth, who doesn't even have the decency to struggle at being good and kind and flush with likeable traits,

That's what syldor had wanted of her ofc, what she failed to bring him, so naturally he wishes she was a spot he could just bleach out, so then what would elaina think after all that hard work and sacrifice and the hope she'd had for the better life she and Vax would have with their father, if she knew vex had not only not lived up to anyone's expectations but had done worse

oh I bet it eats her up thinking about the possibility that elaina would be so deeply disappointed ohhh

[gojoest]

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS??? 🍑

YES AND IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME ABSOLUTELY RABID LIKE WTH SIRRRR PRANCING AROUND WITH SO MUCH ACCESS I AM JEALOUS OF THE BREEZE THAT GOES IN AND OUT OF THOSE PANTS IT SHOULD BE ME

[tsunderedetector]

A message to people who think using AI image generation is better than real art;

I will can draw you pregnant.

[xiii-e]

Greetings. This is Lockbre- no.

Allow me to restart.

This is Kennedi from MSMC-796 speaking (also known as callsign "Lockbreaker", as there was some confusion expressed towards my identity the last we spoke).

To Lio - your mission to rehabilitate "Turtie", as you so affectionately refer to them, is a noble and just one, and I seek to pledge my aid to your cause however I can.

As a former slave "asset" of the Armory under the title of Colonial Legionnaire, I have endured many of the same abuses during my own term of service. The Armory is not kind to those under its employ, be they human, flashclone, or NHP. I have seen many of my former squadmates reduced to little more than bloodthirsty dogs, obediently following orders under threat of revoking their citizenship (or, in rare cases, a shock-collar jolt just weak enough not to kill).

In the eyes of the Armory, people like us are not fit to have identities, preferences, personalities, or even names. We are called assets, tools, weapons, property; anything but the living, breathing, sentient people we are. We are dehumanized - given designations instead of names, assigned callsigns which we ourselves did not choose, stripped of any markers of identity or personality which would distinguish us from the sea of fellow human-bodied automatons we call allies, squadmates, teams, legions - anything but friends.

I cannot stand idly by and watch my friends suffer any longer. I must act, lest I lose them - lest I lose myself - to the old line of thought.

Allow me to introduce myself properly, from one friend to another.

My name is Kennedi Sable IV. I am squadron commander of MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury", piloting as a Lancer under the chosen callsign of Lockbreaker. I have served this squadron faithfully for twelve Union years, supported by my faithful friends and trusted squadmates Phoenix and Slipshod. Ras Shamra is my place of birth, but it is my home no longer. I am a free pilot, bound only to MSMC by the contracts which I have signed of my own volition, and I will never again serve Harrison Armory or its cause, so help me RA.

I wish you the best of luck in severing the ties which bind your tongues and constrict your thoughts. I have found my own way out; I can only hope that you will follow the path that I and all of the others who have gone before me of your own volition.

Freedom is already yours. You need only reach out and claim it.

-- Kennedi

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸... oh hell, I never thought I'd be glad Turtie was sent out on deployment. It's good to meet you properly, Kennedi, I- thank you for reaching out. I'll confess, I'd been thinking about trying to contact you myself, but I lost my nerve. Happens a lot, these days.

◂▸ You've offered a lot of honesty in your introduction so, let me return the favour: Helios-8 [prefered name Lio], active FC Project clone for 10 years now. Currently an employed citizen of Harrison Armory under the Technology and Software Support Division and-... and much to my shame, former primary lab assistant for the Unlucky Thirteen Project. Doc Mercer had me printed special for it. Didn't want to risk that... pesky human error you mentioned last we spoke.

◂▸ You're right, about everything. Up until maybe four years ago now, I wouldn't have believed it but- everything you're saying about HA is full truth. And I hate it. There's not one person I know here who doesn't live in some kind of fear, however well they manage to hide it. I should know.

◂▸ And yet I'm still here, aren't I? [sigh] I think... can I tell you a story? I promise to keep it brief.

◂▸ One upon another thrice-damned Tuesday at HA, they made a prototype they called Thirteen. The kid was meant to be a revolution when it came to keeping assets moving in the field; a field medic and repair tech, who wouldn't need the time off, and wouldn't need the mandatory psych evals after every deployment, and wouldn't need to be treated like a goddamn person just to do their job because everyone told them oh but, they weren't a person were they? Just meat, with programming. And it was all supposed to just be fine, because it was for the greater good. Thirteen was going to save lives. The one, for the many. How noble.

◂▸ Except the kid started to look around, and notice how many people HA was hurting, especially its own. Started asking the wrong questions, because they were goddamn designed to feel troubled by it and somehow, this was their fault. Thirteen tried to play nice for as long as they could so they could keep getting out there, keep helping people who needed it because sure as shit HA wasn't going to do it. But by asking questions, they eventually learned why exactly everyone was so insistant they couldn't be a person. Because once their prototype trial was over, if they ever went down doing the only job they'd ever be allowed to do, the plan was to scrap them for goddamn organs, like mech wreckage salvaged for parts. And then? Print another one. Ad infinitum. Efficient planned obsolescence, as part of their design. They were just... just equipment, and spare parts.

◂▸ That was their last straw. They tried to get out. But they made a choice that would bite them, hard; they tried to confront the man who made them. Tried to make the good Doctor see exactly what he was doing, in the name of his so called greater good, because he'd always seemed to care so goddamn much. Do you know how that ended? I do. I was there. When they turned to leave, he shot them.

◂▸ ... I'm sorry for the theatrics, Kennedi. It's a hard memory. A guilty one. I knew they were planning to try and run, but I couldn't convince them to abandon their anger and just disappear quietly, despite what I knew. So... I watched Thirteen die. And then, I had to help the lab drag that broken corpse back to life because that was more resource effective than making a new one. Those days are... they're kind of a haze, if I'm honest. I was on autopilot. I pretty much did whatever I was told.

◂▸ Turtie's full designation is Thirteen-Echo. They're the second go around, same body but... the shot destroyed a lot of brain matter, and pretty much all of their memory along with it. Apart from the occasional sense of deja-vu and the odd quirk? They're different people, entirely. They... they like turtles as much as Thirteen did, though. That's why I call em that. I can't bring myself to call them by the name of my ghost. And I can't... I can't tell them. For a lot of reasons, but I'd be lying if I said some of it isn't pure selfish grief.

◂▸ The reason I'm telling you this is- well. There's a couple actually. First, just so someone else knows I guess; I'm trying to get the files I scrounged from the initial project uploaded somewhere they can't be scratched out for good, but it's taking a lot of time. The second and more relevent reason, is to paint a picture of why it's going to take us a long time to get out of here the way things stand. Me- oh I could be out of here tomorrow if I put my mind to it. I... I like to think so, at least. But after everything I've done to them, I'm not bloody leaving Turtie to this nightmare and- fuck. Getting them out is an uphill battle.

◂▸ I've tried everything I can, but nothing seems to get through to them. I- I even blew the whistle, got Union involved. Turtie's figured out I did it, but they've avoided saying it out loud- they'd have to report me, if they admitted they knew. So we don't talk about it. We do a lot of that. Secrets, always the secrets... The problem is that after Thirteen's execution, HA aren't taking chances with their property. Turtie's conditioning runs deep, and their legal classification as HA prototype technology is apparently making it... difficult for their case to bloody go anywhere. Something about the old treaties leaving loopholes that're being exploited for all they're worth. The law works so, agonisingly slow. So, apart from waiting around to see if any progress gets made regardless, while trying my damndest to get through to Turtie past the company line? I'm... I'm out of ideas. But I need to be here, for them. I will not let this fucking place grind them down into nothing. If nothing else, I owe Thirteen that much.

◂▸ I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. I- There hasn't been anyone I could tell, until now. Anyone who already knew, didn't care. Anyone I could have told, I- I was too afraid. And Turtie, oh they can't know; they're already petrified of doing something wrong. How'd they feel if they knew they'd already died once, trying to run? I'm so desperately scared that if they found out, they'd never so much as bend a rule again, or worse that history would repeat-

◂▸ [ A shaking, slow breath. Deliberate counting, barely audible ]

◂▸ ... Thank you, earnestly, for sharing your story Kennedi. I- It means more than I can possibly express, to hear that you managed what feels impossible to me, right now. I need the hope, to hang onto. One day, one day we'll be out of here. It's worth fighting for. It's worth the constant, constant fear. It has to be. Free... it can be a word for us, too. I have to believe that. I have to keep it alive, for both of us.

◂▸ So- a friend sounds really, really good right about now. Not to doom and gloom about it, but if nothing else the knowledge our stories can't die with us anymore should things go as bad as they could is... comforting. This I swear to you: I'm doing everything I can to start leading Turtie to the realisation I had, watching their body drop. I just hope it's a gentler landing for them, this time. And... the only thing I can ask you to do for us right now, is talk to them if they turn up with questions. Don't write them off as a lost cause, even if it sounds like they're regurgitating a goddamn PR leaflet at you sometimes. They've never had a life outside the battlefield, because they've never been allowed to have one- I'm hoping maybe... maybe it'll get through to them, if they can speak to someone without corperate interest in keeping them numb. RA, I hope so.

◂▸ Sorry about how uh, much this ended up being. I think I've been primed to explode like that for a while now. Thank you, again-- from one friend to another.

//

@msmc-796-official

[tewwor]

Moan - from Kusa to Higu

send "moan~" for my muse to call out your muse's name while pleasuring themselves ( accepting! ) — @ofcursedenergy

Hiromi wakes as he usually does. Face already scrunched, body coiling into a tight ball — trying desperately to hide from any semblance of brightness. It hardly works, though. Even as he tunnels his way under thick covers, tries his hardest to preserve the last of an extremely vivid dream, and presses against … Nothing.

There’s nothing — no one — beside him.

A tiny, almost heart-broken noise flees as a hand goes to pat around. Usually he’d meet solid warmth by now. Get pulled in closer, tucked under weighted heat, and kept swaddled in comfort. But all he feels is emptiness. A sort of cold snap back to reality to confirm that, yes, he was left alone in bed.

How utterly tragic given the circumstances.

His arm drops with a defeated huff. The momentum of it turning his body onto his front. Onto a sudden pressure that melts the pitiful sigh into something more gravelly. More like a groan that’s equal parts exasperated and bothered.

Of all times for Kusakabe to wake up earlier than him … Why now? Why couldn’t it have been the day before or even a day after? Why not a different time when his body’s more sluggish than reactive? He’s left to his own devices while desperately craving the opposite.

“Kusakabe…” It’s almost mournful with the way he drags each syllable. A call for his partner in hopes that he’ll appear at the bedside. Better yet, in bed with him like a wish come true. But he doesn’t. Probably won’t, and Hiromi’s left with his face smushed in a pillow and his hips flexing down. Grinding himself against the mattress, nice and slow. It’s enough friction. Enough pressure for him to prop himself up a smidgen more for better leverage without cramping his neck.

The pillow’s nudged further up as arms go to bracket beneath, bracing himself on each elbow. Head now bowing low, he rolls his hips again. Sets a leisurely pace as he quietly moans. Gradually, Hiromi grows louder, morphs each breath into shallowing pants. Sparks of pleasure kindle into hot coals, fuels his mind to expand the lingering dream. It doesn’t take long before he’s cramming a hand down — not caring if he flops onto his side. Fumbles to pull himself out of dampened briefs and push into the tight coil of fingers.

“Kusa…” One name that pulls a groan straight from the back of his throat. It leaves him yearning, desperate, to feel his partner instead of himself. “Atsuya…” A plea, a wish, a manifestation that drives him to fuck into his fist. Plummets him closer and closer to — The bedroom door opens. Spills a sliver of light that has him distracted, drawn over like a beacon as hips rut erratic and tense.

[stunie]

ZEVIE have u seen this yet

MINNNNOOOOOOO literally nothing could have prepared me for such cuteness so early in the morning omg. i literally fell asleep at 6 and woke up a few hours later and im faced with this JNSMSMS i still kind of wonder if im in a dream right now actually > <

AAAAA his little running figure on the left is so cute lmao he runs like mario 😭😭 he is really the sweetest soul alive he looks happy even when he’s sleepy :’) HE LOOKS LIKE THIS ꒰｡- ᴗ - ｡꒱ ᶻzᶻzᶻz﹒﹒omg actually so cute. he’s doing a great job we are all proud of him!!

[kinos-fortress-2]

holi :]

i made some piss mauling for u

…

NO

PUEDE

SERRRRR

PARA MI?

OH FUCK PH FUCK OH FUCK NO SABES NO LO ENTIENDES Q TANTA FELICIDAD ME DIO AL VER ESTO TU NO ENTIENDES NO ENTIENDES CUANTO AMO Y ADORO ESTO LITERAL FUCKING GRITE COMO SI ME HUBIERAN DADO ALGO Q AMO DEMASIADO PORQUE AAAAA????

literal toda mi fucking reacción NO PUEDO ES Q AGHHHHH ES TAN FUCKING LINDO BONITO PRECIOSO ADORABLE HERMOSO LOS DOS EN TU ESTILO TAN CUCHIS TAN CHIQUITO TAN PACHONCITOS TAN MONITOS TAN POLOLOS TAN DE TODO NOT EVEN WORDS IN ENGLISH CAN DESCRIBE THE HAPPINESS WHEN I SEE THEM TOGETHER

[graementality]

nyehehe trick or treat!!!!!!

MIND TREAT!!!!! 🤲🤲

Can robots eat candy?? He’s about to find out!

[danlous]

"this story is all about Louis and Claudia", that's not really true though is it? in the beginning/first book i agree, but these fans are basically anne rice incarnated, with each book she stopped giving a shit about anyone but lestat. for the show, i guess we'll have to wait and see (the writers side i'm sure would do well, amc however is probably more in line with ar and those fans). but these people definitely time and time again reinforce iwtv as the worst fandom (and most racist) i have ever come across

I was thinking more about the show, book fans still having not accepted that the show isn't the same as the books. But yeah wrt the books rice stopped caring about characters other than lestat and occasionally other character she was obsessed with like m*rius, though i think in-universe book lestat would still consider Louis and Claudia to be the most important because he loves them the most, even if the narrative sometimes acknowledges it only in passing sentences. I have a pretty high level of hope that the show won't forget who's the titular vampire but we'll see!