#at like 3 in the morning

[cherryflavored]

You and him are the last. You’re both special-made units, built to fight alongside each other as much as you fight against each other.

You two roam the wastes, as the last. Finding barest hints of life in soil long dead. Collecting bones is a habit for you, by now. Your adversary scolds you for gathering extra weight. You two shelter in the refuse of your manufacturing plants. The corpses of your comrades are here, bits and pieces of those who share your face, but are not you. It reminds you of the corpses gathered in your bags, shards of beings long forgotten. You endeavor to remember your comrades. You tell your adversary this, and wait for him to laugh. He never does.

***

You two come across your eventuality. It bears down on you in the form of a mechanical monstrosity Unsurprising, as it was what you and your companion were built to kill. It’s a spindly creature, a patchwork beast made to cannibalize other machines. The thing resembles a scorpion, you think, though you’ve never seen one in person. It strikes at your companion first. His black armor is too strong for the monstrosity’s stinger.

You aren’t so lucky. Models like you are designed for speed over staying power. So as you float with your levmag, it’s little work for the beast to smash you to the ground. The impact echoes in your sensors. It’s soon replaced with the piercing scream of the monstrosity.

You feel your companion’s hands lift you up, heave your body on his back. He carries you back to the tiny repair plant you holed up in for the last few days.

***

There’s no way to fix your legs. You’re unsurprised. Your partner is crushed.

He curls around you, mournful and apologetic. He cries the only way you two can: shuddering and rocking. He pets your hair and stares at you, like he’s trying to memorize your face. You can accept your mortality, but you can’t stand the desperation on your partners face.

So instead, you make plans with him. Optimistic blueprints full of potential heredity. Your advanced sensors, his lock-on tracking. Your levmag and cooling systems, his suspension and repair systems. Your slim frame, his bulky armor. Your circuitry, his motherboard. Your face, his eyes. You compromise on the hair, settling for a lavender shade neither you nor him possess.

***

He starts to go first. You’re surprised: it’s a slow decline, rather a sudden drop. He won’t tell you what’s killing him, what might kill you. He busies himself with other work: tidying the space, fixing the repair machines, doting on you. But you can see it in his body, the way he falls apart.

Entwined in the night, he finally brings it up. A systematic failure, where his battery corrodes and spills acid through his skeleton. You both joke about a leaky heart. You both know that once he is gone, you will be too.

Early in the morning, you finally ask him. You ask him if he’d be willing to merge with you. Take your broken body and combine it with his dissolving one. You each have the flesh to fix one another, but not enough for both.

***

It takes weeks to repurpose the repair equipment. It takes a toll on both of you.

***

One more night together before you’re both ready. That morning, you take his hand. He straps you in to the bay, tenderly maneuvering your legs. He straps himself in, as you blow him kisses from your tomb The lids slide shut. You bask in your last moments. It’s warm, you think. It feels like the night, wrapped around each other in your bed.

The last step is this: you both lay down in the repair bays and sacrifice your cortex chips, your personality and cognition. The overseeing computer takes your personality values, pairs them, and combines them. Like water and oil, like shuffling cards. Like meiosis. You hope your ill-fated child gets your optimism. Their other father hopes they gain his “realistic outlook.” You both wish the child retains the other’s compassion and care.

***

You are you, when you wake, but you are also the not-yous. You are you, a boy (?) with lilac hair and no memories. You are also the not-yous, from which your body came piecemeal off their carcasses. You wake up alone, sleep-warm and bleary. You aren’t sure where came from, or where to go. All you know is the bed, and a faint feeling of being hugged from either side.

You stumble upon the unrecognizable corpses of (what you think are) your fathers. You don’t know why, but you start crying, laughing, coughing. It feels like your first breath.

(In the recesses of your mind, you think you can hear cheering. The not-yous explode in celebration.)

[andromedaneedsanap]

I HAVE AN OPENED REDBULL IN THE FRIDGE!! I COULD GET IT- I COULD HAVE CAFFINE FLOWING THROUGH MY SYSTEM!!

[moonyistired]

kris deltarune in some outfits i thought they'd like

[elegyofthemoon]

It's still surprising to see people say that when they see the upcoming strike post I made that this is the first time they're hearing about it, especially because I've seen several posts now talking about the same strike.

That being said: regardless of what kind of blog you are, please spread the news about the genocide, the strikes, boycotts, etc.

Even if you are a small blog, spreading word allows for more people to know what's going on and also do their part in protests and strikes, and maybe even the right people will be able to do more than what you're able to do.

And reminder: there is an upcoming strike on February 18th-25th. Prepare accordingly, protest, boycott, call your reps, and spread the word so more people are aware.

[classy-thief]

🌻 Late nights

something I used to do when I was younger 💤

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[idliketobeatree]

i'm living the dream, in the dream, i'm buried alive two bed grave, one bath, car in the drive mirrored covered windows block the light feeding back reflection distorts life cut connection — jesca hoop

[toxooz]

a mimir💤

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[flowerakatsuka]

LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR NEETS!!

[divine-draws]

please draw more lovely bits of ghoap being all cuddly and domestic, maybe one of them laying on the couch playing with the hair of the other?

oh to be tenderly embraced...

[xrnoodle]

NAMI, THE NAVIGATOR - The woman raises her head, shifting under a thick quilt.

NAMI, THE NAVIGATOR - Do you need something, sir?

EMPATHY - She spent the previous night awake, entirely focused on her work. That concentration has been disrupted by you.

[delicourse]

lesbian pride moment 😳🌸

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception