It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.

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It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.
Yup returning to necromancy, I’m so back. And you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re
Yeah
This Polaroid got leaked and Stratt threatened to blow up the whole Vat💕
But stop aren’t they the CUTEST
(Bonus pics so you can see the other Polaroids)
Okay, as much as I love Rocky extending Grace's life without telling him, consider: Rocky *does* tell Grace, Grace just then somehow manages to like. Horrendously misinterpret what the treatment is actually for. Like.
Eridian Doctor: We went through the human genome and found a bunch of places with old broken DNA repair mechanisms so we came up with a gene editing therapy that fixes them in order to extend your lifespan.
Grace: *flashbacks to when Rocky found out that humans can experience long term effects from lower doses of radiation exposure and Grace wasn't being as careful as he should have been back when they first met because he still thought this was gonna be a suicide mission*
Grace (internally): Oh, so cancer prevention! Got it!
Grace: Sounds good!
*like 100 years later*
Grace: Hey Rocky, how am I not dead yet?
Rocky: ???
Brb, thinking about how eridian brains are made of crystals and their thoughts are literally light refractions, so would the inside of an eridian brain just... be visibly bright?
I like to imagine Grace tussling with the very morbid thought, struggling to find a way to word his question in a sensitive way, because he can't very well go up to Rocky and ask
Hey buddy, so if I cracked your carapace open, would your brain be full of pretty lights?
Rocky would think he's insane and stick him in the airlock for the rest of their trip home, and Grace wouldn't even blame him, because who asks that?
Alas, the biologist within him is so so curious, and Rocky is weirded out AF because why is Grace suddenly analytically frowning at his carapace every chance he gets? And is he... is he trying to peek inside his vents? Grace wtf, Rocky doesn't try to hear into your orifices.
*eridian scoff* Biologists...
can i be real with you i'm gonna start biting people
thank you for the brilliant template @justcakethanks!!!
ima just keep adding to this comic until they're all shirtless in an empty hospital room 🤷🏻♀️
"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.
You severely underestimate the effect of typos and incorrect tenses on my libido
I hate not living near a large body of water. Whenever I stand near a large body of water something deep inside me calms down for a while but I don’t live near enough to one to get that fix every two or three days so I’ve gotta make my maybe once a year trip to a river or ocean stretch out unnaturally long
not many people know this but when talking about your multiple pronoun-using friend you build up a combo meter for every subsequent unique pronoun you use
brat tamers are funny wdym you’re turned on by getting ragebaited
brats you aren't safe either you get turned on by someone thinking you're annoying
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
surely this is a sign that there’s nothing in particular wrong with the atmosphere right now
ᰔ older!beefy!eddie whose metabolism slowly began to catch up with him in his mid-20s. he now does mechanic work, still doing gigs with occasional bartending help when needed. you first met when your engine started making a weird sound and you came in looking like a lost puppy.
god, were you a flirt.
eddie knew he was screwed from the moment he first set his eyes on you. he had to admit, you made him feel like a bit of a creep. you were at least ten years his junior. town freak to town pervert? not a title change he’d be fond of.
but he was only a man. he wasn’t exactly the most popular in high school. he was going to make up for it now.
“eddie. oh, please.”
you were a blabbering mess on his bed— he already had scratches across the expanse of his back.
there’s a focused furrow line between his brows, teeth buried into the plump of his bottom lip. he’s keeping you face down ass up with a ringed hand pressed to the small of your back as he thrusted into you. he would’ve never thought someone would be this desperate for him.
“‘s okay..” he shushes lowly. his pace stays the same but his movements are gentle as he leans down to wrap the crook of his elbow around your neck, burying his forehead into your shoulder.
if he were to take you clenching around him as any sort of sign, he assumed you liked his arms.
i genuinely have a visceral reaction every time i remember that stratt spent 26 years with only the memory of grace… and that once the beetles came back, it would be the last time she’d hear from him. i bet she dreaded that day just as much as she longed for it.