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cosmicstarlatte · 8 months
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Sorry this is so vague but I have a HUUUGE savior complex! IS there any type of thirst you can write up about Mammon doing it with an MC with the fattest damn savior complex ever?
nsfw 18+ mdni // I tried lol // mammon x gn reader, creampie
"F-fuck! You feel s'good around me!" Mammon thrusted harder & you yelped as your arms gave way, your face plummeting onto the bed. Mammon wrapped his arms around you & pulled you up against his chest, continuing to thrust into your sloppy hole, lost in his own pleasure.
You whined as he continued at his brutal pace, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you relentlessly. Your walls squeezed his cock & he moaned loudly as he felt you cum.
"Haah, fuuuck...this is so much b-better-! T-than-!" Before Mammon could finish, his fingers found their way to your hips, digging into your flesh & holding you firmly in place. He pressed his cock deep into you, groaning, as it twitched & pulsed, finally releasing his entire load. He slid out & flopped right next to you wrapping his arms around you & snuggling close, kissing your shoulder.
"Damn that was good. A lot better than shoppin'! Thanks again for helpin' me stay outta trouble with Lucifer."
"Mmm, sure. This helps both of you out. You stay out of trouble & Lucifer doesn't lose his sanity." You mumbled still feeling dazed.
"Ya? Well lemme know when you're ready again, alright?" ♡
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kadextra · 6 months
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greatest reveal of the day was finally getting a name to call the corruption that’s not “black concrete” eugh so boring, basic, I never liked it ‘ooh nooo the black concrete is spreading’ are you paving roads?
now “dark matter” on the other hand! that’s where it’s really at. this is what I like to see
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thebookofbill · 2 months
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ALEX HIRSCH POSTED BILL CIPHER VALENTINES. JOE PITT DREW THEM. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL. THEY DID THIS FOR ME
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“I’m broken, wanna fix me?” HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S FUCKING DOING.
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jacenbren · 7 months
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Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo
Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.
Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.
He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.
He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.
He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.
Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.
Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.
Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.
Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.
His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.
His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.
Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.
These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.
He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.
His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?
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cosmic-seer · 2 months
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Unironically an ironic fan.
Fic written by our beloved @furretd0ll and this was made with love for them. 💕
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nerves-nebula · 10 months
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i desire him carnally. look at him. look at this man. he's fucking SILLY.
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samdunn · 16 days
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Pleased to reveal this new poster for A Perfect Circle, available tonight at the show as a limited screen print.
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gardengunk · 6 months
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kandi by ollie <3
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Chosen
Lux Astra watched sadly as the intruder walked to the centre of the Discussion Chamber. 
“Greetings to our unexpected guest.” The Lux gave the stranger a gentle smile.
“I take it you are the latest ‘chosen one’ that has risen up to remove me from my post?”
Astra was known as the light of the people and the voice of the stars. They had been given the title ‘Lux’ when they were appointed as temporary head of the galactic communion working group. That had been five hundred standard cycles ago.
“I know it is unlikely you will listen,” Astra continued, “but I must try at least to persuade you that you have been set on this path with poor intent. The road you walk is paved in broken promises and leads only to heartbreak. Believe me, the great fate engines who set you on this path will not mourn you. But I most certainly will.”
The great machines that sat in deep space and rattled and shook with the pressures of their universal equations did indeed work towards the death of Lux Astra. He had, after all, defied their predictions when he refused to let the system of Ad Nulli fall to entropy. Since then, a slow but steady supply of chosen ones had begun to arise to correct the snag in their maths.
“I regret,” the chosen one replied earnestly, “that I cannot move aside. My steps have been decided.”
The chosen one’s voice was a strange buzz. It was a soft bug-like vibrato, gentle but filled with the tension of a thousand wingbeats.
“Alas for the tragedy and paradox of prophecy.” The Lux shed a single tear. “To tell all the people of the galaxy they are less important than the destined one, picked by reality itself. But to treat that one as a toy to play hero with and then discard. Know this, chosen one, I know you and love you as the equal that you are. And as an equal I shall kill you.”
Astra waved away his volunteer guards and drew his ceremonial shepherd’s crook, ready to defend himself against whatever magic sword or genius gadget the poor fool would use to murder the Lux.
“Ah. This is where you are mistaken.” The buzz in the chosen one’s voice rose, seeming to itch beneath Astra’s skin. “I was not picked by the machines of fate nor the ghosts of physics. The mind-congress of my planet agreed a chosen one was needed. I was elected as the vessel. The consensus-choir sung the will of my people into my bones and meat and the chorus echoes in me still.”
The chosen one stepped towards the Lux and the air shook with their vibrations now. Dust rose as the ground’s molecules tore apart beneath their feet.
“Stay-”
“I respect what you have tried to accomplish, Lux.” The chosen one said with obliterating gentleness. “But you must know what you have become. A tyrant is still a tyrant, no matter how thoughtful they may be.”
“I see. May I know the name, then, of my elected assassin?”
“You may call me Vox. The people made manifest. The one chosen by itself.” The buzz of their voice was all Astra could hear now. “And I am afraid it is our consensus that we shall not abide you to exist.
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feltcreature · 1 year
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tuna is real !
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zilodak · 8 months
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thoughts on cosmic horror?
I like it when the writers don't explain it and leave it up to the audience to interpret. I don't like it when modern writers fully humanize cosmic entities.
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starheirxero · 17 days
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I am back once more! :D Lunar and Earth finally talked, and by golly, it is everything and more! Watching them both go through their issues together, and realize their flaws is kind of…therapeutic? In a way??? There are also so many parallels! Between Lunar and Earth, between Lunar and Eclipse(which made me go feral), even between Earth and the Creator in some way!
The thing that really got me is the realization, that Lunar and Earth are opposites in almost every way, and looking at things through this perspective is so interesting!
Earth feels as though her feelings have no value, as though they don't matter! She always puts others before herself, even expressing guilt for her breakdown!
Lunar, on the other hand, has a habit of putting themself first. That itself isn't a bad thing, of course, but they made it a habit to force their emotions onto others, to the point where the people around them felt the need to walk on eggshells!
Where Earth is very down to earth, Lunar is always in the clouds. Where Lunar acts on impulse, both verbally and physically, Earth overthinks, to the point, that she forgets to act.
Even in their grief, they acted like polar opposites. One shut down, while the other screamed and shouted!
I am such a freak when it comes to psychology, so this is just- It's making me feral, it's turning me into a rabid animal-
Both reflect the places they come from as well.
Lunar is emotionally immature, due to the trauma they faced. They feel as though they are stuck being the kid they were originally created to be, never having the chance to grow, before another thing was thrown at them, causing a hold in their worldview, if that makes sense! They act out, and push their emotions on others, because Eclipse always disregarded them. He never took their feelings seriously, and even now keeps teasing them for it. So of course, they actively push them onto others, now that there are people who will listen!
Earth, on the other hand, was always created with a clear purpose. She was made to be the caretaker. She was made to be perfect. From the moment she first opened her eyes, the expectations of perfection were put on her shoulders.
It's really interesting to think about.
The Creator had too many expectations, and his positive relationship to Earth gave her the need to fulfill those expectations. Eclipse had no expectations. He never gave Lunar an objective to live up to, and would push them down, everytime they tried to look for one.
The Creator, despite his good relationship to Earth, never cared for her. He only kept her close, calling her his "dearest daughter" for his own benefit. There was never an ounce of care for her, to the point, where he simply dropped the mask and insulted her. Eclipse, despite his negative, and very unhealthy relationship to Lunar, did care for them in a strange way. However, he kept pushing them away, because he didn't understand love and care, probably afraid of it. He treated them like a tool and even took ownership of them by saying things like "you belong to me", because it was the only way to keep them close in his twisted mind.
Speaking of their "first person", both of them act different in that regard too!
Earth is nothing like her father.
Meanwhile, Lunar has been shown to share quite a few of traits with Eclipse. Even in this video alone, there's the way they used to act in anger. Like Eclipse, Lunar reacts with anger and violence, when something happens. Both bite and show off their claws. Ever since their death, they have been shown to act similar to Eclipse, though on a lesser scale! It is making me so unwell, these two will be the death of me/pos-
Though as it has already been pointed out, they are changing. They haven't acted like this in a while. They have become rather self-aware and calm very suddenly, which confuses even Lunar themself! Like Earth said, this could very well be due to their last emotional outbreak ending badly! Their brain might just be shutting down, as a way to keep them safe! I am definitely interested to see, where this goes-
One more thing to point out in all this, is Lunar's question! "Why do things keep happening to us?"
I just find their opinions on the matter really Intriguing!
Earth knew from the beginning, she wasn't in control. She is only in control of herself, but never the situation. She doesn't try to be. Lunar, on the other hand, feels a lack of control, both in their situation and in general, and desperately tries to keep a hold of it! It reminds me of a orange and black animatronic- Okay, I'll stop now-
ALSO, BOTH ADMITTING TO SEEING SOLAR AS A BROTHER FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!😭 BUT ONE WAS HELD BACK BY THEIR Trauma, AND THE OTHER WAS HELD BACK BY HER FEAR OF OVERSTEPPING BOUNDARIES-
-Stardust
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STARDUST IM GNAWING ON YOU SO HARD OH MY GHODDDDDDD!!!!!! /POS
THE MESSAGES. THE THEMES. RHE OPPOSITES AND THE PARALLELS. AAUGGGHHHHH I DIDNT CONNECT SO MUCH OF THIS AT ALL HOLY SHIT.
I don't have productive thoughts I am just ABSORBING THIS SO HARD. Lunar who wanted to disconnect from Eclipse but adopted traits of him anyways, versus Earth who wanted to connect with the Creator as much as possible but ended up farther from him than ever.... MAN. AUGH. I can be normal about that (lie)
ALSO YEA OMG WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ABT THEY'VE BEEN DEALING WITH THEIR WHOLE..... EVERYTHING. I WAS LIKE. 👀 hey boy. awfully familiar words there HDJEHDJWHD
AND WITH SOLAR AUAHAVQHAGHHHH SONT EVEN WITH ME ILL BURST INTO TEARS ILL START CRYING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW AAUAGGGHHHHHHH
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skyland2703 · 5 months
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ok it KINDA hurts that power rangers as we know it ended at 973 episodes. Like seriously— they were *this* close to 1000, and they chose to not hit it.
:(
sucks
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wisteriasymphony · 1 month
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Lucky Lucky Ladybug likes to justify her own hatred of Chat Noir to herself often, and she likes to do it by reminding herself of just how useless he was as a team member.
Chat Noir had a habit of tripping on everything, to the point where it got annoying. Usually he tripped on his own tail, but sometimes it was empty cans, on the rooftops, or even nothing at all. He'd get tangled up in practically anything that could do such a thing, becoming more of a whimpering damsel in distress than a sidekick. He was so clumsy, and she hated it.
Chat Noir also seemed to never be on the same page as anyone else. He'd make jokes and puns that nobody understood, and then he'd obsessively explain the context as if anybody had ever cared to hear him talk. He'd be overly friendly with everyone, even flirtatious at first, but it was all too stilted and gauche to ever be charming. He was so awkward, and she hated it.
Chat Noir would fall behind when chasing akumas, needing everyone else to stop as he caught his breath, panting out the same old excuses of him failing to stick a landing or twisting his ankle. He always seemed to screw things up, no matter how easy the task he was assigned actually was. He was so unlucky, and she hated it.
But can we really trust her? When she doesn't remember every time she made a mistake or fell down? When she had her friends by her side, who were willing to help her back up no matter what?
No. That doesn't matter. If it did... it would mean Chat Noir wasn't as bad. It would mean he didn't deserve what Lucky did to him.
Most of all.. it would mean He was innocent... and she hated that.
So she just decided not to think it.
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that-fanperson-meg · 3 months
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I think if Cosmic ever watched Lilo and Stitch they would be crying for hours
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wjsns · 2 years
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BONA 💎 LAST SEQUENCE ERA
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