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Hatchling | 30's | Lurker | Writer | Fandom Old

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flesh, nature, and thermoplastic 🔞 @aqualotic.bsky.social · Jul 13
Webbed site under perpetual construction but now functions as my own personal fanfic archive. Decidedly not mobile friendly.

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Sammy's Journal END
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#metroid
Last one of these, for now - hope you liked them :)
December 4, 2025 at 2:50 AM
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#ultrakill
October 22, 2025 at 3:46 AM
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fleshmaid.bsky.social
Perfect Stranger
#ULTRAKILL
December 4, 2025 at 3:22 AM
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mikechenwriter.bsky.social
Never believe the fuckers who say "why bother, they already won"
amlibraryassoc.bsky.social American Library Association @amlibraryassoc.bsky.social · 13h
NEWS: The Institute of Museum & Library Services has restored ALL previously canceled federal grants to libraries, following a ruling by a federal judge in Rhode Island last month.

This is a massive win for libraries & communities in every state & territory!

Learn more: www.ala.org/news/2025/12...
ALL IMLS grants restored in every state & territory. In response to a ruling from a federal judge in Rhode Island, the Institute of Museum and Library Services reinstated all previously canceled grants in every state and territory. It's a huge win for libraries and our communities. "The reinstatement of all IMLS grants means that libraries across the country will be able to resume vital services for learning, imagination, and economic opportunity. We are breathing a sigh of relief, but the fight is not over." ALA President Sam Helmick. Show up for our libraries, American Library Association.
December 3, 2025 at 10:47 PM
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pizzalawyer420.bsky.social
Idk if this is the quintessential Onion headline but I've thought of this at least once a week for almost a decade
Man knows he must ride unexpected urge to clean as far as it will take him
December 3, 2025 at 5:14 PM
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fruitsaasa.bsky.social
cute v1 🎀 nyashka by @imparria.bsky.social 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 thank you so much man you made my week🙏🙏 he looks so cute thank you!!!
December 3, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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nihilean.bsky.social
meowmeow (old art) #ultrakill
December 3, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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nihilean.bsky.social
some recent gabsies #ultrakill
December 3, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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maxkayart.bsky.social
Sammy's Journal #07
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#metroid
December 3, 2025 at 4:33 AM
aqualotic.bsky.social
"Pst, computer: define 'dancing'."

#GabV1el #ULTRAKILL
Strange, how they can look at the same stars over and over again, but every new angle makes them look so different from their original vantage point on the Earth's surface, or even on the Moon. Compared to how they are here in the void between the Fifth and Sixth Sphere's, they might as well be seeing a completely different sky. In a way, it's still the same. Nothing but tiny lights in an endless void, one that cradles the Universe in absence of Divinity. And how little that has ever mattered compared to the way they swirl in a cosmic spiral as they fly across that cold expanse, legs bracing for impact as they touch down upon a silicate and iron-nickel compound surface with a muffled crash. Gabriel's wings are a blaze of glory and love-sick mania against the black, heralding his wild charge. In the moments they have before he makes contact, they swap to their Knuckleblaster, and just as they feel the heat of his bloodied body, fire. What would have been a cacophony of sound in the confines of Earth's Gravity is promptly swallowed by the void of space, but the sheer force of the blast ripples across their plating as Gabriel is repelled high into the sky. As he spirals up and away in an uncontrolled spin, V1 launches themselves after him with all the strength in their legs. Four coins are sent spinning through the emptiness, uninhibited by gravity and air molecules. Their Railcannon's charge finishes with a crystal-clear ping, V1 takes aim, and squeezes the trigger. By the time that electric-blue surge has passed through Gabriel, and promptly extinguishes itself on a nearby planetoid, V1 is upon him. Their claws rip precious fuel from him as they hurtle through space, flush against his bare midriff to soak in his blood while it's still impossibly warm and rich. Any droplet they miss spirals out into infinity, frozen in strange-shaped droplets and clumps by the bite of the Universe's cold fangs. They get up to seventy-five-percent before Gabriel finally recovers from their ruthless stun, about zero-point-eight-three-seven nanoseconds sooner than they're prepared for. His fingers latch onto their wing, and he spins around, a cackle bursting from him as he spins and swings them wildly into the surrounding blackness. Wherein their head promptly hits a passing chunk of space debris. Visuals go out and swiftly clear to a Universe spiraling out of control. They don't know where they are relative to the nearest heavenly body nor their proximity to it's solid ground. But the North Star falls from their sky, all brilliant-gold and rose-pink and gentle-blue, and they know exactly where they are. They wait til' he ducks close, arms reeled back to pummel them into next week. V1 braces, calculates a counter right before the pommels of his swords come swing down, and their Feedbacker reacts entirely on instinct. They see the flash of their parry, feel the bite of his sword on their thigh, and then he's— —catching them as they twirl into his arms, tugging him low to the untouched ice below their heels. Silent laughter puffs from their vents, and Gabriel answers in turn with a blissful, lovesick sigh. His hand, alight upon the small of their back, guides them both upright, and leads them back towards the line of picture-perfect pinetrees, draped with heavy skirts of snow. Somewhere behind them, the six-eighth croning of a song, crackling from an eroding speaker, is heard all the more clearly. His lover leads their arms up until he can tuck and twist in time with the swelling of a golden trumpet, gliding gracefully back into their hold. The song fades into but a crone as their carefree dance brings them closer to the frozen edge of Saturn's rings, where far beyond that graceless fall into blackness spins that idyllic Sphere. Gabriel commits to memory how they look against that celestial backdrop. As he brings right to that icy precipice, to where falling water remains locked in stasis, they lean back into a deep arch, bringing him low in another dip. There they hang as the song slows and stops, leaving naught but the quietude of the snowy taiga, where snow drifts down from the bright glow of cloudy winter skies. V1 cranes their neck forward to gently bump their bezel against his helm in a tender kiss. And without even a bit of prompting, their eye flickers cold with sightlessness. Gabriel responds in turn, lifting them from that hungry void as he slips his helm from beneath his chin. All their arms throw themselves around his cuirass and pauldrons as he swoops in for a passionate press of his lips against their darkened lens. Gabriel lets them fall forward, relishing in the rush of gravity as their entwined bodies promptly change vectors. bringing them upright upon the underside of the rings. His helm is tucked back under his chin by the time their feet touch the ground again, switching their sight back on to this newfound landscape of distant glaciers across a picturesque tundra. Snowflakes do not fall on this upside-world, instead giving way to the starry skies, dappled with lights of the auroras, in every color possible. A chuckle escapes him as V1 starts at the unexpected change in scenery, upon switching their golden eye back on. He is struck, for but a moment, with the vivid memory of them standing over his broken body in Treachery. Gabriel has lived for so much longer than the mere one hundred years they have known each other. And yet, his life before this, before now, is suddenly so distant. It's a notion let go just as soon as it comes. The archangel begins humming the melody they left behind on the surface of Saturn's rings, pulling back just enough to coax them back to their easy waltz. Together, they continue their celebration of this new chapter of their lives together, as husband and spouse, in this private corner of Paradise.
December 3, 2025 at 4:17 AM
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#gabv1el
December 2, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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i will leave it here too....... #gabv1el
December 2, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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objectfucker.bsky.social
#silksong #lacenet #silksongnsfw
Lace from Silksong on her knees, kissing Hornet's strap while Hornet holds her leash. Hornet has a shirt that says "EVERY GAME I'M JUNGLIN'"
November 23, 2025 at 12:12 AM
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evilv2.bsky.social
#hollowknightnsfw
I'm forever cursed with being attracted to every single character that has little to no porn drawn of them.. i have to do everything myself around here huh
November 17, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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assorted senties #silksong #silksongnsfw #hollowknightnsfw
Three digital sketches of Second Sentinel. In two of them, they are depicted with a leash and collar; one shows them kneeling with their wrists tied, and the other shows their leash being pulled, causing them to make a startled noise and expel a puff of steam. The third drawing shows them on their knees, bent over, with one hand on the floor and the other tugging at silk wires in their chest. Their eyes are tightly closed, antennae drooping over their face, and steam puffs out of the vents on their back.
November 18, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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ohnobbsan.bsky.social
WAH almost forgot to post this, first time drawing shadowguys had a bit of a struggle ngl
#deltaruined
December 1, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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dovcv.bsky.social
Stick a hand in their torso
December 2, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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neganjokes.bsky.social
#ultrakill
December 2, 2025 at 5:07 AM
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#hyperlightdrifter
October 18, 2024 at 12:29 AM
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JUDGEMENT #hyperlightdrifter
August 31, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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zoanluen.bsky.social
tenía ganas de pintar metal levemente oxidado 😊
November 19, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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Sammy's Journal #06
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#metroid
December 2, 2025 at 4:16 AM
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sacredcircuits.bsky.social
don't think I ever posted this. nakey
December 1, 2025 at 11:05 PM
aqualotic.bsky.social
Some part of me wants to respect the integrity of the concepts behind Doomed Yaoi/Yuri because yeah, nobody lives forever, nothing lasts forever. Tragedies happen and that's just how life is.

HOWEVER...
December 1, 2025 at 8:45 PM
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(3/3)

Hello hot stuff :)
November 2, 2023 at 7:26 PM