#welcome to the twilight zone 🛸

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Welcome to my intro! Please take a short time to read this as it will help you gather your bearings on my profile,

This blog is 18+, for gore, mentions / depictions of abuse, and S3XU4L content.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I am a fictive from the HYPERBOREAN SYSTEM.

If I like a post or follow you, it will show up as THIS profile. as mine is a side blog

Name: Stanford Filbrick Pines. However you can call me Ford

Age: 58. the Body is 21.

Pronouns: any/all

I am always looking for sourcemates. I dearly miss everyone. I am specifically looking for, in no particular order:

Sherman "Shermie" Pines, Stanley Pines,

Mason "Dipper" Pines, Mabel Pines,

and Fiddleford Hadron McGucket.

I do not care if you're kin or a fictive. And I'll talk to anyone else from gravity falls even if we didn't know each other well. ( as long as you're 18+ )

My Spotify playlist is: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4eVn3nUrk3se4GkMQ6bgik?si=Op-NAMOoTZ62GoWiTbvjZQ&pi=u-i-9B33h6SkeZ

Some of my primary interests are:

🎮Video games: PC and a bit of console ( once you really get into it, they're great! I was a bit stand-Offish towards electronics before, but it's really come a long way! F was right, personal computers or "Laptops" weren't just a phase )

🛸 Sci fi genre of media: ( Star Trek, Space odyssey, IHNMAIMS, Futurama, The Twilight zone, etc. )

🦋 Moths: self explanatory. ( It's no secret I'm a bit of a lepidopterist. I love their fuzzy little exoskeletons, they're like butterflies but fatter! What isn't to like about that? )

If you're not a source mate but wish to interact anyway based on interests or other, Don't be shy! I don't bite!

I suppose that's all. I don't want to drag this post on for too long or else people won't read it

-The Author

[mark-matos]

🤖🚀AI-geddon in 2024 Election: It's Raining Deepfakes, Hallelujah!👾🗳️

🎭When Politics Enters the Twilight Zone: AI Takes Center Stage💻🇺🇸

Beam me up, Scotty!🛸 Our 2024 election extravaganza is morphing into an episode straight from the Twilight Zone🌀👻 as AI is boldly going where no political campaign has gone before🚀.

🤡AI's Pandora Box: The Deepfake Circus Comes to Town🎪👹

Picture Thor⚡ and Loki🐍 duking it out in an epic presidential debate🎙️. Impossible, you say? Welcome to the age of AI🖥️, where deepfakes – the unholy love child of Photoshop and AI – are turning politics into a Marvel-ous circus🎪.

🎥AI, the Modern Pied Piper: Leading Voters Astray with Viral Videos📱💥

Former President Trump🇺🇸 and Florida's Gov. Ron DeSantis🌴 are riding the AI dragon🐉, churning out videos that are setting the cyberspace on fire🔥 faster than spoilers from the final season of Game of Thrones🐉👑.

😲AI: The Master Illusionist or the Ultimate Deceptor?🎩🐇

Did AI pull a Thanos💜🧤 and snap the reality out of our political campaigns, or is this just another harmless rabbit out of the hat trick? The line between fact and fiction is starting to look as wavy as the quantum realm from Ant-Man🐜.

🧠Are We Ready for This Mind-bending AI Roller Coaster?🎢🤯

Remember how you felt after watching Inception for the first time🌀? Confused, awed, a tad bit dizzy? That's exactly how the 2024 election is shaping up for voters👀. Fasten your seatbelts, folks. It's going to be a wild ride🎢!

📧AI's New Playground: Campaigning and Fundraising Emails📬💰

Enter Quiller.ai🤖, the Tony Stark of AI tools, writing and sending campaign fundraising emails✉️ faster than you can say 'Infinity Stones💎.' It's efficient, it's sustainable, and it'll bring in the dough💰 without making a Hulk out of your human resources👩‍💼👨‍💼.

🕵️‍♂️In the Game of AI, You Win or You Get Fooled🔍🧩

In this Westworld-esque reality🤠🤖 where AI-generated content is as common as zombie outbreaks in The Walking Dead💀🚶‍♀️, the responsibility of separating the real from the fake falls squarely on the shoulders of voters🙋‍♀️🙋‍♂️. This isn't the Matrix; there's no red or blue pill💊 to help you out.

🚦Navigating the AI Superhighway: The Road Ahead for Regulation🛣️📝

As Congress grapples with regulating this Pandora’s box of AI🗃️🔐, we're left wondering: How do we ensure fair play in the era of AI? Is there a Justice League of regulators who can keep the AI beasts in check🦸‍♀️🦸‍♂️? Will the real AI superheroes please stand up👥?

[localerenslut]

aot men as feelings/memories.

Part One

Eren is the feeling of sitting on the roof of your old high school. Trying to hide when you see police lights in the distance, knowing they were intended for the two of you. Climbing down the ladder after Eren, his hands wrap around your body to carry you down the last few rungs of the ladder because they were getting closer. Holding hands as you run through the shortcut you each knew well that went through the woods behind the school. Stopping momentarily to kiss deeply, pulling away, panting and laughing.

Eren is sneaking out of your window, knowing damn well your parents would kill you if they knew you had left in the middle of the night but not caring because any punishment was worth just one minute with Eren.

Eren is a bar fight that results in him getting arrested, beating the hell out of some creep that kept touching you. He kisses you as he is put into the back of the police car, a smile across his face and a wink before they slam the car door.

Eren is crying in your arms about how much he loves you. How he’s never felt this way. How he can’t ever lose you. How you were made to love one another.

Eren is asking you to marry him with a candy ring. It seems like a joke. But he means it. God, does he mean it. “I’m a fuck up. I don’t do the right thing. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know whatever it is, I want to do it with you. I want this forever. Marry me. I mean it. Marry me.”

Eren is dumb decisions. Danger. Tears and fights. Sleepless nights full of skin on skin. Jealousy. Deep, passionate love. Love preserved only for soulmates.

Eren is marriage at a young age.

Eren is a marriage that lasts forever.

Armin is the feeling of stopping off on the side of the road because you saw a field of horses on a long road trip and begged him to stop so you could pet the one horse that was close to the fence by the road.

Armin is a soft whisper of an apology after a fight.

Armin is constant reassurance of, “you’re so beautiful.” “you’re all i want. forever.”

Armin is gushing about you when you’re not around. Talking about everything he loves about you. Comments like “oh yeah, that’s y/n’s favorite-”

Armin is soft prayers at night of “I don’t know if there’s anyone up there. Or if anyone’s listening, but let me have her forever. Please. Don’t ever take her away from me. I’ll do anything.”

Armin is taking pictures of you in a field of pretty flowers in your favorite dress.

Armin is the unbelievable, overwhelming feeling of “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her.” as he watches you twirl around in the bright sunflowers, your beauty outshining it all.

Armin is gentle love. Constant Public Displays of Affection. Quick, sweet pecks against your forehead. Kisses littered across your face accompanied by a plethora of “I love you’s!”

Levi is the feeling of late night drinks on a rooftop bar in the city. The city skyline is twinkling just as the stars above, one arm wrapped around your waist and holding the railing as you look out past the buildings, head rested on the shoulder of the man you loved the most.

Levi is not having to pump gas yourself since you first started this relationship. Whether you were driving or not, it didn’t matter. He was far too insistent and you gave up arguing with the gesture.

Levi is low hums as he folds the laundry, bringing the freshly washed and still warm blanket to you in the other room where you were doing work, wrapping it around your shoulders before placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Levi is deep, passionate kisses while doing the most random of tasks, leaving you breathless before he walks away as if it was just an innocent act.

Levi is picking you up from your spot on the couch and carrying you to bed after falling asleep halfway through a movie you promised you wouldn’t fall asleep during because, “Baby, I’m not even that tired. I promise.”

Levi is a hand on your thigh every time you’re in the car. Even if you’re in the middle of an argument. Even when you tell him to fuck off.

Levi is an arm instinctively thrown out across your chest to push you back against the seat when “some fucking moron” pulls out in front of him, causing him to slam on the brakes.

Levi is feeling secure every second of being with him.

Levi is knowing you have someone who would not hesitate to kill and die for you.

Levi is tears slowly forming and spilling over to streak his face as he looks up to see you walking towards him at the end of the aisle as he stands at the altar. Walking towards the rest of your life.

Jean is the feeling of hugs from behind and a cheesy greeting of hands over your eyes and a “Guess who!”

Jean is texts of “Have you eaten?” “Do you need anything?” “i’m proud of you.”

Jean is unexpected small gifts because “I saw this at the store and it reminded me of you.”

Jean is flowers on a random Tuesday because “it’s been two weeks since I got you flowers, I’m slacking.”

Jean is dancing in the rain.

Jean is being parked on a cliff above the city just like in the movies, sitting on the hood of the car as you listen to whatever new indie artist he liked.

Jean is the first time “i love you” is uttered as you share two ear buds, holding hands as you lay upon the same car hood, staring up at the sky. His eyes filling with tears as he turned his face to the side, watching you as you close your eyes, gradually letting the music invade all of your thoughts before he spoke up, ripping you from your trance. “I’m so in love with you.”

Jean is going out with friends and never once making you feel bad when you ask to go home a bit earlier than expected, an immediate “Okay, baby. Let’s head out.”

Jean is wanting to grow together, experiencing every milestone together.

Jean is applying to the same schools as you after graduating. Opening your letters at the same time, both of you accepted, jumping up and down with the biggest of smiles, kissing as he congratulates you, “We’re going to take on the world together, baby. This is the start of forever.”

Jean is crossing the stage with you as you now graduate college together. Ready to walk through life hand in hand. Just like he promised four years ago; forever.

Connie is the feeling of a late night swim in the ocean. Waves freezing and beating against your torsos. Splashing water and squealing each time you felt the cold drops come your way.

Connie is body shaking laughter, tears streaming down your face, hardly a sound coming from your throat. Adding onto each other’s scenarios to make it funnier and funnier.

Connie is 3am drives to grab food at a drive thru before coming home and watching food competition shows where he swears he “could cook better than those amateurs. How do you forget the fondant?!! Idiots!”

Connie is inviting everyone you know over the second you buy your new home together, a huge family dinner, looking around at all of the people you now consider family. Thinking, if you could freeze any moment and live it over again for the rest of your life, it would be this. It would be Sasha and Mikasa helping you set the table. Eren and Jean teasing Connie about “You let her talk you into a rock that big? Damn, Connie, you’re down bad.” as Sasha and Mikasa told them to shut up, that your new engagement ring was worth more than their entire existence.

Connie is never a dull moment. Connie is spontaneity. Connie is new adventures the second you say “I wanna go here”.

[localerenslut]

but think about it. being in command every day can take such a toll on them. maybe sometimes they want to let go. let someone else be in control. let someone else take care of them for once. and with their pretty body tied up and the mouth that usually barks orders gagged shut, they’re in heaven. no one has to know that they enjoy being such a submissive, whiny brat. no one but you. and you’re more than willing to take the burden off their shoulders for the night, make them do everything you ask of them. breaking down every bratty wall they build up as they start off defying you, only to end up a begging and moaning mess. “who knew you would look so pretty with your mouth finally fucking shut.” your words are harsh and menacing but the way their eyes fluttered closed and their chests rose to take an uneven breath to force down their moan, you knew their body was reacting to every word you spoke. they look so pathetic. so submissive. so beautiful. it would be your dirty little secret.

; levi, erwin, hange, mikasa, eren, jean

[localerenslut]

Feels So Good

I blame @onwiings for this. Damn you, Len.

original post

tw; straight smut. eren uses “bitch”. possibly a form of cumplay?? lowkey breeding kink.

MINORS DNI.

“Come on, sweet boy. You can do better than that, yeah?”

The scene in front of you was nothing short of obscene. Eren’s grip ruthlessly yanking at Jean’s hair, no care at all for the pained look across the face of the light haired man between your legs.

“Don’t you want to make her feel good? She’s been a good bitch for us. Took my load so perfectly. She deserves a reward, I think. Don’t you?”

It was pointless, really. The various questions. Eren didn’t want an answer. The hand on the back of Jean’s head pushing his face into you so forcefully that there was no way for him to respond. 

Gradually, the look on his face shifted from pain to his eyes fluttering closed, a deep moan resonating through your cunt, eliciting the same response from you. 

Your legs jerked slightly, body still entirely overstimulated from being used by Eren. Jean’s stubble rubbed against your inner thighs, chafing the soft skin. 

For just a moment, Eren pulled his head back, allowing a break for Jean to take a deep breath. His face was soaked with a mix of your slick and Eren’s cum.

During this brief break, you felt the warmth of liquid escaping you, becoming painfully aware of the absurd amount of cum stuffed into you. 

This seemed to catch Eren’s attention, shoving Jean’s face back down onto your swollen clit. 

“We can’t allow that, baby boy. Don’t want my cum to go to waste. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you cum inside her, too. Make her a pretty mommy. Make her wonder who the daddy could be.”

It was humiliating. Eren passed you around like a toy, talking about you as if you were nothing but a hole for them each to use. Yet despite this, you moaned at his words, Jean’s tongue moving against you like you were the last meal he would ever consume, adding one finger to force the bit of cum he didn't want to escape past your lips. 

Jean was a good boy. Only doing as he’s told. He wouldn’t dare disobey Eren and never wanted to displease you in any way.

You were close, you could feel it but Jean could see it, your mouth hanging open, eyes wide and shifting between him and Eren, not sure who you should look at while you fall apart under Jean’s mouth and fingers. His gaze doesn’t leave your face as you announce it. 

“I’m-fuck-I’m cumming. Please, please, please,”

“Look at her. What a pretty slut. She loves us, Jeanie boy. We fucking own her.”

Eren would be damned if he let Jean breathe in this moment, his grip shoving him so far into you, permitting neither of you any time to catch your breath. 

Jean’s mouth was now full of your cum and Eren’s. The fucked out smile playing across his lips showing just how content he was as he swallowed every bit.

Now it was his turn. 

[localerenslut]

Where's My Love?

L.A.

levi ackerman.

tw; death. blood. angst…

sfw.

word count: 1k.

inspired by WHERE’S MY LOVE by SYML.

“Cold bones. Yeah, that’s my love.”

“She was carried up into the clouds, high above.”

“If you're scared, I’m on my way.”

The sky had never looked so bright. The trees, the clouds, the vast light blue; none of it had ever seemed just so luminescent.

The heightened attention on your sight must have been due to the lacking sense of hearing. Your ears rang, drowning out the chirping of the birds through the forest, the soft whooshing of the wind, the intense beating of your heart, and some other sounds you couldn’t quite make out.

Was it the sound of hooves against the ground? Screaming?

What the hell is that?

Your brain was trying hard to acknowledge any other senses than your vision. The muffled noises seemed to be getting closer, or maybe your hearing was coming back.

But it was both.

Your name was being called out at a chilling volume and with a tone just as startling.

The voice was all too familiar.

Levi?

You were almost unsure of whose voice it was that screamed your name in such a manner. Almost. You had never heard his voice sound so.. devastated. But you could never forget the way he sounded. It was the voice of the man you had spent every day of the past year with. The voice of the man you loved every second of the same year. The man who had saved you in so many ways since the day you met him. Who made promises that he would rush to your side any time you needed him, “If you’re ever scared, I’m on my way.”

So why did he have a look on his face like he wasn’t capable of saving you in this moment?

I’m scared, Levi.

Why was his face twisted into a look of desperation? Fear, shock, and heartbreak littering his beautiful features.

Features you had admired for so long. The eyes that filled with tears the first time he confessed his love for you. It had confused you at first but soon he was explaining how he had never felt loved by anyone so deeply. It was new to him. He felt safe with you and that feeling alone was enough to have him breaking down at the realization that he had fallen so completely in love with you.

The nose that brushed against yours in light swipes when he would press his forehead to yours.

The lips that had professed this love. The lips that had formed the words, “I love you. So much.” The lips that had ravished you every night.

Now, they were all tainted with horror.

You wanted to ask what was wrong. What had him looking at you as if this was a last moment for either of you.

But as you began to speak up, your body rattled with a deep cough, your throat filling with a strange liquid, gushing out of your mouth and down your chin in streams of crimson.

Blood.

What the fuck?

“Don’t talk, baby. I’m going to get you help. You’re going to be okay.”

Looking down at the few splatters of blood that had sprayed against your shirt, you finally understood.

You understood what had struck such worry and fear into the person you had never seen show such emotions.

Your stomach was gashed open, the same deep red that had sputtered from your mouth covering your entire body, flowing relentlessly onto the grass around you. You winced as Levi lifted you slightly to place your head in his lap. His hands were covered with the green fabric adorning his body as he used the corner to clean up the blood around your mouth. An act that was beyond pointless but it was all he could do in the moment to take care of you. What he had wanted so desperately to do for the rest of your lives.

He just hadn’t realized “forever” would be so short.

“The others are on their way, yeah? We’ll get you back. We’ll get you all patched up. Just a bit of a scratch. Looks worse than it is.” It was a desperate attempt to convince himself, more so than you, that it would be okay. But Levi wasn’t you. He didn’t feel the blood pumping through your wound, ridding your body of it gradually. He didn’t feel the life slipping from your body. But what you didn’t know was that he could see it. He was witnessing the life behind your eyes fading.

Levi, I’m scared.

I’m so scared.

You looked tired. In every selfish way, he wanted you to live. But as he watched your face break into a soft smile, knowing it took everything in you to hide the fear you were paralyzed with, he realized he couldn’t be selfish in this moment. You had been tired for so long now. You deserved to rest. No sleep in this shitty, fucked up world you were living in would satisfy your exhaustion.

There was no treating your wounds. There was no way they could get you back in time before you bled out. He knew this. So did you.

It took every ounce of strength that your body allowed to lift your hand to his cheek, pulling him down weakly until his nose was just barely pressing against yours. His eyes closed tightly as he moved his own nose back and forth across yours, just as he had done every day that you had been healthy. That you had been alive.

So, as you laid in his lap, he smiled back. Tears forming in the way they had when he first said he loved you. And now, they finally spilled over, as he uttered the last “I love you. So much.” that he would ever say to you while you were here. He knew it wouldn’t be the last he would ever speak. He would tell you every day that you were gone. The only difference being that it would fall upon ears that were no longer there to hear.

[localerenslut]

novocain.

tw: substance use; alcohol and other drugs.

nsfw; eren x female bodied reader; degradation; praise; creampie; mentions of religious themes; god complex.

the moans resonating throughout the room around you were simultaneously barely audible yet pounding in your ears. maybe if you weren’t so fucked up, you’d realize the sound level was rather normal, but every sense was heightened.

you could hear everything.

every breath.

every moan.

every intake of air that could only signal pure ecstasy.

“fuckkk.” being the screaming exclamation of the man beneath you, though it was merely a whisper.

you could feel this one word with its drawn out syllables in every part of your body. in every air molecule around you.

“can’t think straight.” you whined, hips moving at a pace you couldn’t quite make out. were you going fast and eagerly? slow and teasing?

you weren’t quite sure that anything around you was even real.

but it was. this reality, one where you were completely and utterly gone, was all encompassing and felt like the most vivid dream anyone could ever have.

no thoughts in your head were your own, your entire being controlled by the beauty you were currently grinding your cunt against as he guided your hips across his lower abdomen, cock so deep inside of you, you swore to god you could feel it in your chest.

with god on your mind you thought maybe you should pray. ask for forgiveness before it was too late and you were cast out from his kingdom forever.

but it was too late.

you were the biggest fuck up he’d ever seen.

with your veins filled with the copious amounts of alcoholic drinks and whatever other substance you’d blindly taken that night, your cunt stuffed with eren’s cock, your mouth now full of his fingers.

your god wasn’t above you.

he was right beneath you.

and you were riding him like he was your salvation.

“don’t think, baby. just keep going. don’t stop.” the words falling from eren’s mouth only fueled the fire rushing throughout every inch of your body more.

you had no plans to stop. you wouldn’t stop until he was filling you completely to the brim with his cum.

you could feel your stomach twisting, coiling with the need to release. eren could feel it, too, your desperate clenching around him.

your body jolted slightly as you felt his hand reach down between the two of you, thumb coming to focus on your clit as you dragged yourself across his body.

“i want you to cum around my cock. want you to feel so good. come on, baby.”

his words alone had your eyes rolling back, your body simultaneously needing to stop before becoming overwhelmed but also needing to continue to chase your high.

you stilled, unable to make your body move anymore as you fell against his chest, moans and whines ripping from your chest in the form of “eren, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

this was his cue to pick up the slack and chase your release for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and fucking up into you.

“that’s a good fucking girl.” he whispered, your head buried in the crook of his neck where he could now hold the back of your head, yanking you up to look at him by your hair.

continuing to fuck into you, he used his free hand to wrap around your throat, nails deliciously cutting into the sides.

“look at you. so fucked up and fucked out you can’t even see straight. tell me, baby, is it the drink and drugs or is it the way my cock is filling you up that has you such a mess?”

your brain couldn’t even register if the question was rhetorical or not until you felt a sharp sting against your cheek.

“answer me, whore. there’s only one right answer. surely, you’re not that fucking stupid. can’t even answer a simple question.”

tears threatened to spill and burn trails down your cheeks as you whimpered out a small, “y- your cock…”

your voice felt so foreign. as if you were a million miles away and your voice was someone else’s. you weren’t even convinced your thoughts were your own. if anything was. every bit of you was so consumed in eren, utterly owned by him in every way.

“good answer, princess. my smart girl. maybe you’re not completely stupid after all.” eren offered a backhanded compliment as he tightened his grip, promising to bruise.

“now i’m going to use you until i fill you up. and i want to hear you beg for it. beg for my cum.”

it definitely wasn’t a demand that needed to be asked twice. you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed completely full.

“please. please, cum inside me.” your body began to move on it’s own again, bouncing up and down along his dick.

the groans escaping from his lips only empowered you more, proving that what you were doing was working.

“keep talking.” he begged, his composure starting to break in the slightest.

looking down, you could see his eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open. maybe you had no regrets making this man your god. he was so ethereal.

“god, you’re so fucking big. feel you so deep.” you gasped out, knowing the effect your words had on him by the ever tightening grip on your throat.

“want to feel your cum slide down my legs because you filled me up so fucking good that it runs out of my tight pussy.” your words were so lewd, drenched in such filth that you’d never imagine yourself spewing. yet here you were, saying every dirty thing that came to mind just to feel him coat your insides.

“want you to make a mess of me.” you demanded, moans still slipping past your lips as you circled your hips, trying to hit every angle you knew would make you both feel good.

“oh my fucking goddd.” was spoken just above a whisper as eren held your hips down onto him, his eyes squeezing even tighter as he finally let go.

you could feel the warmth covering every inch of your insides, sliding out and onto your thighs as eren slowly pulled out. you each laid for a moment as your head seemed to spin uncontrollably. you were still completely intoxicated, both on the substances in your body and the man you had just let corrupt you in every way.

forgive me father for i have sinned.