#walls are falling (and i'm okay)

[wortaives]

that moment when your laboratory partner swallowed the demon core and became one with it, so now you have to monitor it so that both of you wouldn't die from radiation. that's rough buddy

song: Marshall Maximizer by Hiiragi Magnetite ft. KAFU

[troiings]

MyAnna Buring as Victoria Cilliers (The Fall: Skydive Murder Plot)

[apple-with-sugar-cinnamon]

*sigh*

I really don't want to rebuild while getting onto another site, and another site, and another site, but I wonder.

I could attempt to go to pillowfort, so there's that. It's been a year since I have visited Twitter, I don't feel too much to get into bsky due to "I just don't want to develop the same habits I did with Twitter"... I could go back to post/upload stuff in DA... but frankly, do I want that? OTL

I am strongly considering pillowfort, even though I know it's not as much as Tumblr, I don't how how strong they force their nsfw rules, I do wish "sideblogs" was kind of an option there, etc., etc.

What are you going to do?

[chronurgy]

At some point I should lay out a coherent vision of what I think happens post game with Vesper and Gale, but they definitely go through a nasty period maybe a year or so after gale takes the job at blackstaff where Vesper seriously considers gone-girl'ing him just to feel something again (they work through it though)

[ask-dices-cups]

Some of my other favorite animated characters! ><

-Vik

{First}

[Broken Contract AU Details and Rules]

[thebleedingeffect]

I suffer more than anyone ever. I should be pitied and comforted for how much I've suffered.

[watcheraurora]

I just want everyone to know

Writing Ice Walls and its various alternate timelines Tango as a genius and giving him a 160 IQ is very easy for me to tell you

Proving that he's an incredibly intelligent genius when I myself am a dumbass sitting at an IQ of around 120-130 is a lot harder

[topaz-eyes]

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: “I had good reasons for those walls, Chris.” Triple drabble written for drabble_zone on Dreamwidth, Amnesty 41/Challenge 385: Wall/Walls. Christopher Pike & Number One | Una Chin-Riley, 300 words.

[luguangs]

objectively i know not everyone has the same taste in books and stories reach us in different ways at different times of our lives and that's beautiful and part of the human experience etc etc but also seeing my irl friend rate one of my favorite books 3 stars on goodreads makes me want to commit real life murder

[sylviazem]

I want to start sharing my music real bad but am also completely obsessive about "no, the first batch NEEDS to be this very specific vertical slice" and it's like okay, me. sure. have fun controlling that creative impulse that's making this take 7 years.

[xxbittersweetsanctuaryxx]

i didn't deserve what they did to me

[vulpesintuos]

[thebleedingeffect]

It's crazy how anxiety spikes will have me restless, unable to concentrate, and overall thinking irrationally, only for it to inevitably start coming down and I'm just exhausted afterwards..

[watcheraurora]

I have such a cool animatic in my head of Even Ice Walls Fall Down set to Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney. If only I could just *shakes fist* animate. Or even just *shakes both fists* draw

[stellanslashgeode]

Okay, so. Star Wars has all these concepts that weirdo New Left boomer George Lucas tosses in there but because of storyteller limitations it would kill the plot to fully explain them all, so later writers have to come in for the spin-off materials and bat clean-up to fully explain all this crazy crap. And I would like to talk about something that made me actively angry at first, but which I now adore. And that is the Naboo.

So much about Naboo culture is infuriating from a logical standpoint. They have a queen, okay. A constitutionally elected queen? Weird, okay. Don't know why they'd do that but... She's FOURTEEN? Excuse me? Is it a ceremonial thing or, oh no it's not? Legit head of state? Why does she dress like that? Why does she talk like that? I'm so tired.

Here's the explainer. Let me go cook.

There's this joke in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy where the last living human goes back in time and finds out humans aren't actually from Earth, but an alien culture that tricked all the middle managers, pedantic weirdos, and other infuriating folk into getting in a space arc which they gave the wrong evacuation coordinates to simply get rid of them. The Naboo are like this but they're all artists and poets and hippies, but like classy ones. They fled their home planet during a war and crash landed on Naboo, then did a colonism to the Gungans because, hey, they were fleeing a war and it was do or die. This spiritual rot in their creation story is later rectified by Padmé. But it's super important to their cultural psychology. They're hippies, but will subjugate if needed. They are "peaceful" but I guarantee you every single one of them has a tiny extremely shiny pistol up their sleeve and they will draw down on you if backed against a wall.

The scene that I think says it all is at the end of Phantom Menace when Padmé is surrounded by Nute Gunray and his droids, they've got her dead to rights, but Sabé her double creates a distraction so the queen can make it to her throne. This one piece of furniture is the Naboo in a nutshell. It's richly carved with artistic details, it has two seats to the side so the queen's handmaidens can read the lips of people in the back of the room and use hand signals to communicate with the queen while she can remain focused mostly on who is speaking to her. It is hundreds of years old. And it has a secret compartment in the armrest that is FULL OF GUNS. Layers of artistic opulence hiding their true intentions.

The Naboo were created to be backwards compatible with Princess Leia. They're compassionate pacifists, but they will shot you if needed.

Why do they elect teenage royalty? It's a little creepy. It's giving "age of consent is emotional maturity". It makes no sense.

The explanation they give outsiders is they want youthful idealism untainted by cynicism. What they don't tell you is that they take kids with stated interest in politics and put them in an advanced highly competitive Leadership Academy which is like Model UN mixed with Battle Royale. Well, they don't kill each other but it's intense. It's like what the clones went though just all diplomacy training and tea ceremonies all the time. Which is crazy but so Naboo.

Oh, and all the delegates for the royalty election run using pseudonyms for security. Imagine voting for the head of state but you can't run a background check. It's so crazy.

Why does Padmé dress like that? Well, fashion is one of Naboo's major industries so it's like she's wearing the entire Fall line catalog at once. To advertise not only the talent of her people, but to show how much they favor her. BUT that dress has multiple layers of padding and resin armor. And aforementioned spots for those little silver blasters. And it breaks up her silhouette making her harder to shoot. And it's so elaborate you pay more attention to the crazy dress and not if the person wearing it is really the queen or a decoy. Everything about Naboo is like this.

Queen Amidala has that weird accent while Padmé does not. Because all her handmaidens helped create the accent together so they all can imitate it. It's like if you gave girls at a rowdy sleepover the job of federal counterintelligence. That's what they came up with.

The handmaidens wear colorful identical clothes so you can't tell them apart, hoods to partially conceal their identity, and they don't wear the queen's fancy makeup. So one of them can be the queen and spy on people in the audience. Because the Naboo don't trust shit for shit.

Their public face is so silly to hide all the truly weird shit they do behind the scenes.

They use their reputation as artist hippies to conceal multiple layers of subterfuge and disguise their methods of self defense and assuage their paranoia due to wartime trauma and their disturbing colonial past. All of them are completely off their rocker even by Star Wars standards. And I love them so much. They put on a show so everyone thinks they have them figured out but what they have going on is far more weirder and more sinister than meets the eye. You know how catty, neurotic, and competitive art school students stereotypically are? Yeah, planet art student. Love them!

There you go, @charmwasjess

[tojilicious]

when you asked gojo satoru if you could be on top for once, he threw his head back and laughed like you told him the funniest joke ever. he'd grin at you and have the nerve to ask if you were absolutely positive about wanting to be on top.

"you sure you can handle it, cutie?" he'd lean down, smugly smirking right in your face as he cockily raises a brow. "i'm a lot to take in, y'know?'

and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off his face.

so you did.

"f-fuh.. fuck!" satoru groans, throwing his head back into the soft material of the pillow as his pretty eyes screw shut, lips falling open to let out a shaky exhale.

satoru looks absolutely wrecked under you, but fuck, he looks pretty like this. his slick and pink lips parted and glistening with his spit as he exhales shaky breaths and whimpers. his cheeks are flushed with the prettiest baby pink hue and his long snow-colored lashes are complimenting that hue, pale brows knitted together as he concentrates on not spilling inside of you so soon.

"everything okay, 'toru?" you'd innocently ask him as you lift your hips up to leave just the tip to be clung onto by your snug walls before falling back down, enveloping his cock fully until the tip was now snugly pressing against your cervix.

"are you sure you can handle it?" you grin as you mirror his stupid and wrong observation back at him now. your hips swivel, clit brushing against his snow frosted pubic hair as you make the tip of his cock make out with your cervix.

"i- i can! i can..." it's coming out in a pathetically choked out cry as his hands move to grab and grope at your plump ass cheeks, spreading and pressing the globes together as you continue to grind against his cock.

his groping only serves as motivation for you to bounce with more purpose and force now. every time his cock fills your dripping cunt to the hilt, you're pushing your hips forward to grind on him right as your hips lift up to repeat the action over and over again. a few more bounces pass and before you know it, you're not able to drop fully onto his cock because satoru's now lifting his hips off the mattress to meet you halfway.

it's crystal clear how desperate satoru is to cum now and his groping of your ass is even rougher as he pushes you towards him, encouraging you to grind harder onto his throbbing cock as you ride him.

"b-baby.." he stutters, whimpering as he uses all his strength to look at you. "'m so fuckin' close." he confesses, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the thick lump in his throat, feeling the coil in his stomach tightening right to it's limit.

satoru's words only serve as motivation for you to finish proving him wrong and you bounce on his cock like a sex frenzied rabbit, the sound of skin slapping against skin emanating from each drop of your hips as your pussy squelches every time he fills you to the hilt and soon..

low and pathetic whimpers and moans begin to fall out of satoru's agape lips as his hips stutter erratically. his pretty blue eyes cross then roll into the back of his skull and you feel a sudden warmth blossom into your stretched out walls as his heavy balls pulse and twitch—his milked cock shooting ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum into your pretty cunt. ♡