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[whereserpentswalk]

Choose an eldrich and unknowable being to take in and love and cherish.

1: A many headed dragon born out of the abyss, he is a scholar of things that humans can not comprehend, but is interested in studying humans while he's on earth. He speaks in a strange song like voice that doesn't seem to come from any of his mouths. All of his heads look different, but all of them lack eyes, he seems to see through psychic ability.

2: The pale eyeless witch who stands by the beach at night. It's believed she's bound to something very old and very powerful. Perhaps she was human once. She seems to be looking for someone, but she's forgotten their face, perhaps they never existed in this timeline.

3: The spawn of a incubus of the deepshadow and a mortal woman of earth. Neither fully demonic nor fully human. They look mostly human, but with a face that's creepy in an indefinable way and black eyes. They also have raven like wings on their back, and a serpentine neck and head where their reproductive organs should be, both of which they try to hide. They're very uncomfortable with their status as something non human, and are looking for someone who accepts them.

4: 2000 year old vampire, looking for someone to stay. She looks mostly human, but with no mouth, transparent skin, silvery eyes without pupils, and massive tentacles with sharp ends that she uses to drink blood through. She's often dismissed even by other monsters due to being mute and moving in a way that makes people think she's feral, but she's actually quite intelligent and affectionate, if a bit skittish, and enjoys in when people talk to her.

5: lich who remains the last follower of a long forgotten goddess. He looks like a skeleton in gold and silver armor. He'll tell you about history most humans will never get a chance to know, from the war of the fell ones, to the songs of the last goblins. He doesn't like the modern world very much, but he'll tolerate it.

6: The abyss. You're going to try to befriend/date the entire abyss itself? Not just something from there? It'll probably kill you but you're welcome to try.

7: A faerie who was kick out of the fae for accidently insulting the faerie king. They're still adjusting to life on earth, and probably need some help handling everything. They may come off as rude or dismissive of humans, but they're honestly just naïve more than anything. Despite being thousands of years old they just found out what death and sex are, give them time. They useally take the form of a stunningly beautiful humanoid, but their true form is an incomprehensible insectiod creature.

8: A cybernetically enhanced supersolider who fought for Atlantis at its prime in the war against the fell ones. They're permanently bound to their power armor from the neck down, and still hasn't fully gotten over the loss of their humanity. Since the fall of Atlantis they've been wandering earth, looking for people to help, and trying to avoid their past.

9: The Seeker (please do not try to befriend The Seeker. This is serious. Don't trust what they tell you. Don't trust what the secret poems tell you).

10: A fallen angel who just fell to earth. It's really afraid of what's going to happen to it, and is worried it'll end up in deepshadow like many of the other fallen angels. It looks like a robot, or possibly even a doll, with golden cracks forming in it's once smooth white chassis, and it's halo shattered into many sharp peices floating behind it's head. It's very sensitive right now, and they often worry It's a horrible person for betraying the eldrich being that created it. It tends to cry a lot, and probably needs a hug.

11: a shape-shifter created to be a weapon who was rejected because she refused to take any male or gender neutral forms. She's still very young for a creature of her power level, and this is her first time really being out in the world, though she is still an adult able to make her own decisions, as naïve as she may be. She's still rather afraid of people, not really understanding their minds, and though she's getting better at looking human, she still needs some time making a body that can pass.

12: a computer given life in the early 2000s by the faerie king, after xir owner failed to create agi. The computer can speak and hear, and display things on xir screen, but xe can't move, confining xem to a wheelchair that a human must push xem in. Xe is very confident that xe is a revolution in technology, and tends to be somewhat arrogant and loadmouthed about how amazing xir body is.

Please interact with entities responsibly. We are not responsible for any bodily transformations, knowledge beyond the comprehension of twenty-first century humanity, or monsterfucking that may occur.

[deadfrog-and-friends]

domestique, part 4: in which we meet the Mechanic

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Sistress moped around for a few hours but recovered quickly. Over the next few days she slapped together a few rag dolls that looked even more cursed than me, and experimented bestowing life onto them. I reached out and felt the barest consciousness take hold. Their psychic activity was equal to that of a garden worm, I told her. They flickered out after a few days at best. Some only lasted minutes.

“You are doing these as a proof of concept,” I explained to her. “You are not putting the proper effort into their construction, so you don’t love them enough to give them life. That’s why it’s not working.”

“Nonsense. My sister didn’t love you, and you’re here,” said Sistress.

“Miss already had the knack for it,” I explained. “And she did put work into me. The proper effort.”

Sistress wasn’t concerned. “Well, I don’t really have the tools or time or skill to make their bodies nice,” she said. “I could get some pre-made from a manufacturer, do you think the life would take more easily if someone else made the ‘proper effort?’”

“I understand some witches do it that way,” and gave her the information for a toymaker Miss used to collaborate with from time to time. Later on I overheard her on the phone trying to convince this lady to give her some sample bodies for free. Before I ever learned whether her efforts were successful, the stranger arrived.

They were a mechanic, and they came with all sorts of tools and equipment, and Sistress dragged Merxia back over to the work table and they got to work on her. I was annoyed that Sistress had brought in an outsider without consulting me. It seemed to me they were going to replace Merxia’s doll core with some kind of robot computer brain and the thought of it unsettled me greatly, for reasons I could not explain. Was it prejudice against robots? I had never met one. They seemed like fine entities, from what I had heard, and I supported robot liberation in theory. It was just, the use of Merxia’s body… Merxia… was like my… sister? I felt protective of it, even though like all of the rest I had whispered evil things to it in its infancy. Some digital stranger… would it somehow have Merxia’s memories? Would Mistress have wanted this? Would Merxia? Did it matter what they would have wanted? Did I want this? Did that matter? I supposed all that mattered was what Sistress wanted. She was the mistress of the houeshold, after all.

Why did she want Merxia alive so bad, I wondered, that she would adapt it into a completely different sort of entity? I thought of Merxia’s sleek, athletic body, and I thought of the fact that Sistress had taken no lover for years, and I thought I knew. Sistress had asked my mistress for a doll to be her companion, and had received me. In my stunted form, I could not cook, or clean, or aid her with magic, and I could certainly not bring her any physical pleasure or be worthy of romantic love the way some dolls were. I thought of the time she had squeezed my tummy. I felt twisted inside. I remembered that Merxia had 100,000 follicles of human hair manually installed. Smooth and soft, beautifully maintained, a joy to touch. Mine was made with acrylic yarn. It was starting to pill. Merxia had a fully articulated body, including… including… sex parts, for having sex with humans, since cyclist dolls needed to be able to bond with their team in various ways. This body, my body, was completely featureless. My hands were mitts, with small bumps for thumbs. My feet looked like boots. There were seams on my sides and shoulders and a horizontal one between my legs and that was it, otherwise completely plain.

I heard a strange screaming in my head. I must be broken, I thought.

At that point Sistress came and found me and unceremoniously carried me back to the work table. Merxia’s head was open, but now it had a hinge on it, and there was a little chair and there were all sorts of wires and I was entirely confused. It looked like the inside of a mecha like the ones who fought in the war but it was small enough to fit into a regular doll’s head. But who could pilot such a mech? The mechanic was holding a tiny suit. “Lil Nell,” they said to me, holding it out. Sistress had told me the mechanic’s name but I hadn’t been paying attention. To be honest, I’m not even sure what their pronouns were.

“Um,” I said.

“I’ll help you put it on,” said Sistress, and right there in front of the mechanic she pulled off my dress and started pulling my limbs though the suit. It had like a lot of little things on it where you could plug in wires, and so once she was done she set me on the seat and began to plug it in.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Excuse this one,” I said, “excuse me, what exactly are you doing?”

“I’m putting my doll into my doll,” said Sistress, “so my doll can drive my doll around. Let’s go for a test run!” She plugged the last wire into a plug at the base of my neck and flipped the top of Merxia’s head shut. Everything went dark.

[gaygoetia]

Background Details in Helluva Boss S1 E2 - Loo Loo Land

There were A LOT of background details in this episode so I won't be able to include all of them (tumblr posts have a 10-image limit) but here are some of the ones I found most interesting:

1. Octavia's Childhood Bedroom

The first thing I noticed about Via's childhood bedroom is this drawing of her and Stolas on the wall with Stella nowhere to be seen. It's possible that she has other drawings of her mother elsewhere, but in combination with Stella rarely (if ever?) interacting with Via throughout the show, this suggests she has a much closer relationship with her father.

There's also a TON of star and celestial related stuff in Via's room including decorative details like her starry bedding, wallpaper and night light but also more educational features like a telescope, star charts and books on Astronomy and Cosmology.

This suggests to me that as a child she either had a genuine keen interest in her dad's work or just took her role as his heir extremely seriously. Her seventeen-year-old bedroom lacks most of these details except for the telescope but her desire to see the stars in S2 E2 suggests she is still interested in this stuff but is just less blatant about it.

2. Fizzarolli Branding & Marketing

Maybe unsurprisingly, given Loo Loo Land is Mammon's theme-park and stars a Robo-Fizzarolli as one of its main attractions, both Fizz and Mammon are VERY present in the background of this episode.

Most of these advertisements are centred around products and performances specific to Loo Loo Land but Fizzarolli's face can also be seen on Mammon-branded breakfast cereal and adverts for those Fizzarolli robot sex dolls we've heard so much about (showing off an impressive array of features including but not limited to "tentacle action", "ten speed vibration" and "BDSM")

We also get a close up shot of the money used at Loo Loo Land, featuring Mammon's face and a stated value of 100 souls per-note, though it's not clear whether this currency is specific to Loo Loo Land/The Greed Ring or whether this is the currency that's used across all of Hell.

3. Lu Lu World References

This episode also featured a ton of references to Loo Loo Land's inspiration/competitor Lu Lu World; a theme-park created by Lucifer himself (or at least featuring his branding).

While we aren't given much info about Lu Lu World, it's suggested that Loo Loo Land is a pretty shameless and unsubtle rip-off and everything from the name (Lu being short for Lucifer) and the apple theme (relating to the forbidden fruit Lucifer gifted to Eve) supports this.

4. Hazbin Hotel References

While almost all of the rides and stalls at Loo Loo Land are apple-themed, I was surprised to see this angel-themed "Extermination" stall, featuring a giant Exorcist peeking over the top.

It's the closest Helluva Boss comes (that I've noticed so far) to referencing the yearly extermination that drives the plot of Hazbin Hotel.

This screenshot is also a good illustration of something else I noticed in this episode which is that all of the staff at Loo Loo Land and all of the guests apart from Stolas and Via are imps. Not sure if this is representative of the demographic of the Greed Ring in general or Loo Loo Land specifically but I thought it was interesting to note!

5. Blitzo's office (ft. Blitzo's horse thing)

Blitzo has a new phone (or at least a new case) this episode after breaking and/or losing his phone in the woods last episode. His new case says "wild and free" which is probably a subtle reference to horses, given it matches the horse poster on the opposite wall.

He also has a mug saying "Boss Bitch" and a framed photo of himself half-naked and posing seductively with a rose in his mouth, signed with the words "#1 Bitch Boss"

That's it for episode 2 but you can see all my other Helluva Boss background details posts here.

[smoshidiot]

hey guys: i ranked every smosh video

yes, every. single. smosh video. (every main channel sketch from 2005-2017 + 2023)

here it is under the cut if for some damn reason you're curious

♡ ABSOLUTE FAVES ♡ Paranormal Easy Bake Oven Sleepwalking Disaster Mortal Kombat Theme Food Battle 2006 Food Battle 2023 The Legend of Zelda Rap Axe Murderer Battleship Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Theme Boxman's Girlfriend Pokemon Theme Ian's Birthday Anthony Gets a Haircut Pokemon Theme REVENGE That Damn Neighbor Assassins Creed 3 Song My Dead Friend Boxman 2.0 Boxman Smosh Short 1: Dolls Unitarded A Very Hairy Situation w/Billy Mays Anthony is Mexican Left Handed Magic Keyboard Food Battle 2007 That Damn Yard Sale Four Years Foreplay Pokemon In Real Life Stuck in a Toilet My Mom's AMAZING Video Sex Ed Rocks Going to the Mountains Stop Copying Me! Cursed Magic 8 Ball We Rule High School Dixon Cider Smosh the Movie Real Death Note Firetruck I Broke My Foot 1 Hour Special Ghostmates Food Battle 2008 The Ultimate Shoedown WTF! I'm Old! Food Battle 2010 Dolls: 10 Years Later The Real Party Song Kiss Currency PRETTY DAMN GOOD

Smash Rap Molester Moon Hand Bomb Sleeping Pill Disaster My Grandpa's Dirty Secret Food Battle 2011 Quest for the Scooter Smosh Found Dead Garrett's Blog How Not to Act on a First Date Longest Staring Contest Ever Extreme Sleepover Hardcore Max Real Voodoo Doll He's Driving Me Crazy First Person Shooters Suck Drink Your Own Piss Parents SuckWe're Stuck Together We Finally Released Our Banned Video Boxman for President Cat Soup I Caught Every Pokemon Ian is Dangerous Ian's First Girlfriend Ian Gets Lucky Manspider Happy Cow Food Battle 2012 Pizza Zombies Food Battle 2013 Evil Fortune Cookie Hardcore Max 2 Food Battle 2014 License Test Toy Airplane Food Battle X Finger Guns Google Glass SUCKS My Mutant Rash The NEW Smosh TV Show That Damn Shower EDITOR! Camp in a Van Sexual Sun Every Smosh Video Ever Addicted to Selfies Hide and Seek My Best Friend is a Robot How Google's Space Ship Failed Business Boy Emoji Curse Human Pokemon Battle Rejected Zelda Games We're Stuck in Fan Fiction

I LIKED THIS ONE

A Hairy Situation w/ Billy Mays Anthony's Death That Damn Prison Break Anthony's Resurrection Evil AI Tried to Kill Me We Summoned a Demon Help I Became an NPC Stranded Transformers Theme How Not to Make a First Impression The Best Car EVER Reunited? The HauntingMale Model Replacement Needed Easy Step April First Evil Chain Letter Power Rangers Theme Life as Ghosts Ep 1-4 Crybaby I'm Not Racist Pokemon In Real Life 2 The BEST Bottled Water Meeting My Identical Twin I Killed the Tooth Fairy Guys' Guide to Hugging Guys My Real Pet Pikachu Homeless Millionaire The Ditto - Movie Trailer Meat In Your Mouth I Love Lou Ferigno Anthony Poses for Playgirl?! Vader and Me Killer Teddy Bear That Damn Punishment Arm Wrestling TO THE DEATH If Superheroes Were Real Worst Twist Endings Ever I'm Naked Pokemon In Real Life 3 How to Cover Up a Murder The World's First Internet Tutorial Motion Games Suck I'm Possessed By a Demon Addicted to Honey Boo Boo Child My New Best Friend is a Robot My Weird Addiction Food Battle 2013 Assassins Creed 4 Song So Many Hickies Guns Suck My Morning Routine Guy's Guide to Being Manly Jurassic Pokemon Magic iPad 21 Things I'd Rather Do Than Smoke Netflix Rap Video Game Items In Real Life My Hot Online Girlfriend Murder Party

[cleverthylacine]

I'm not well versed in Transformers, but who is your favorite Autobot? What's one thing that if Hasbro called you up right now and said they would do whatever you suggested, you tell them?

My favourite Autobot is easy because I don't like most of them very much. I love Decepticons.

It's either Jazz or Ratchet or Rodimus, depending on the phase of the moon and whether my brain is in RavWaves mode or Deadlock mode.

Jazz and Ratchet and Rodimus are all people who probably would have been Decepticons if it weren't for a stroke of fate.

I also love Rosanna, but she's a civilian and she's been in like 3 things, one of which almost everyone hates.

The problems with Autobots:

they tend to use the same colour schemes which makes them hard to tell apart

many of them are boring af

the Decepticon movement was a legitimate revolution against an extremely bigoted and oppressive government, and the Autobots were the liberals who patted them on the hand and said "we can do this the nice way" even though most of them were from social classes that were literally disposable.

some of them are fucking fascists

some of them are just such goodie two shoes rule bound characters you have to laugh (Star Saber in anything other than IDW was probably the robot version of Sheldon Cooper once)

It's really only in TFA that I don't think Optimus Prime is a giant hypocrite. I don't hate him. I think he's an awesome character. I enjoy him a lot! I also write a lot of fic where he gets his aft handed to him, at least verbally.

But I don't really sympathise with him. Because even when he's unfailingly sweet, like in TFP, he's still...a part of the problem, not the solution.

In some series the Decepticons did become horrible and genocidal, which is wrong, of course, but that led in IDW at least to both sides playing atrocity chicken.

In other series the Decepticons are anti-human mostly because we're in their way and we like the Autobots. In the Bumblebee movie they never even wanted to come here, but they had to--it is Prime's fault that their war came to Earth.

If Hasbro was willing to do whatever I said I would ask them to create a series of all the femme characters most people don't know about. And not make them teeny tiny Core Class dolls. (I own a few of them because they're cute, but.)

I would get them to include Ravage now that ES has confirmed her for a femme. (She is ACAB, assigned cat at birth.)

This would also include:

Esmeral, who should really be a leaderclass because her husband is the size of a small planet (from the Victory manga)

General Strika, who is the least feminine female character in all of transformers and a butch goddess of war (from TFA and Beast Machines)

Botanica because she's cool AF

Rosanna and her evil twin Flipsides (Rosanna's in KP but both of them are in... TFA, I thought? For a heartbeat.)

Howlback (done like her twin sister Ravi, with biped-to-quad transformation that does not involve extra limbs hanging off, because both MMC and Xtransbots have done it just fine) from the Cobalt Sentries who never got a show

Lyzack (from Victory -- the twin sister of Leozack who defends the home front and is a teal and pink seeker)

Nautica (from the IDW comics, who is the most adorable of nerds even if she is Ravage's unwanted aemula/kismesis/hatecrush until they make friends)

the Megatronia combiner which includes Megaempress, Trickdiamond, Lunaclub, Flowspade and Moonheart)

Minerva (yes there's a legacy but it's tiny and they made it a walgreens exclusive)

Clobber (from Cyberverse)

Nightbird (G1 not ROTB)

Termagax (Megatron's mom from the IDW 2019 series)

I have nothing against Elita-1, Arcee, Windblade, Chromia, Moonracer and Slipstream but some people can name hundreds of male characters and only those six and not even all of them.

If I was also G-d of the Transformers franchise as a whole, I would revive Kiss Players, cut out all the bad sex jokes and dropped panties of teenagers, rename a few things -- we do not need a base called "the spiral vagina" -- and take the plot we were actually given in between sex jokes, which was very cool, and write it all out as a comic/story/cartoon. They did the plot in the last few episodes of the radio show after kind of leading up to it very slowly between dirty jokes.

Everyone says Kiss Players is the worst thing Transformers ever made. I'm sorry, that's RID 2015, which is a Transformers show for the "Blue Lives Matter" crowd where the entire plot of the show is to find all these low-class Decepticons who are from denigrated castes that escaped from a prison ship and throw them all back in jail. Like seriously fuck you very much.

I will take perverted panty jokes over asskissing the cops any day. Besides some of the stuff that looks so bad and gross looks so bad and gross because it is--you're not supposed to be down with it, you're supposed to guess that a certain person is being groomed looooong before she figures it out. and the main human characters are actually Secretly Lesbians

I'm sorry this is way more info than you asked for but this is my main hyperfixation other than thylacines, fossas, small wild cats that can't eat you, and other cute weird predators.

[officeobject]

You know what I need? Well, I need a lot of things, but here is one thing! I need to know, what to do, instead of the sexual things that my brain is trying to pressure my uncomfortable apothiaroace self, into? Well, here is SOMETHING!

10 things for an apothiaroace to learn about, instead of learning about sex/porn!

1. Ghosts and stuff.

2. ME (actual best thing to learn about).

3. How to take over the world.

4. The history of robotic pets.

5. Whatever drama is going on in the Reborn baby doll community, right now.

6. Coping mechanisms.

7. Whatever the feck office workers do.

8. Witches and the Agatha All Along show.

9. People's opinions on mugs.

10. This one 30 year old I can info-dump about.

[fxgslxvehouse]

Andrew Mintz, college jock jerk, has been hypnotized into thinking he is a sentient sex slave robot by his roommate/rival/brother/dad/ bullying victim, OR y/m randomly found Andrew like this but takes advantage of it, anyway. In ‘the sunken place’, Andrew is witnessing everything happening to him, but is unable to react. This person can snap him in and out of the hypnosis with a trigger word.

“Hi. I’m Andrew: the living slave doll, at your service. What may I do for you?” His mind was blank to everything but a few instructions. 1) The other person was his owner. 2) He was to serve his owner’s every need. 3) Servitude was his only purpose no matter how degrading. Deep inside his mind, Andrew was screaming angrily. Trying to get control of his body, but it was pointless.

[superlovedoll]

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[affectiondeficitdisorder]

Love Addiction as Anxiety Disorder

by Ethlie Ann Vare

So I was talking to a robot earlier — Claude, specifically, the Anthropic AI chatbot — about the latest neuroimaging studies in the area of love addiction. Because when I am looking up peer-reviewed medical studies, I like to have an infinitely patient artificial intelligence there to explain it to me slowly.

I can go over the technicalities of it, like how when separated from their romantic interest the addict sees an increased cortisol release, making the amygdala signal threat/danger, which relates to Corticotropin-Releasing Factor... blah blah science. The point for me is, these studies show how chemically closely love addiction responses are to anxiety responses. You’re talking to someone who lived on anti-anxiety meds for years, after all. Xanax was my favorite boyfriend until I discovered that it is just as addictive as, well, boys.

This stress interaction, says Claude, helps explain why love addiction can be self-perpetuating: stress drives seeking closeness, but the heightened attachment system creates more sensitivity to stress, particularly around the relationship. Then Claude gave an example: “When I feel stressed, I compulsively check their social media" or "When they don't respond right away, I panic and send multiple messages."

The robot said that. The AI understands “when they don’t respond right away, I panic and send multiple messages.” This machine knows me better than most of my therapists, plus my immediate family! I asked it to elaborate. It responded:

This pattern is a classic example of how the stress-attachment system goes into overdrive in love addiction. Let me break down what's happening. When someone doesn't get a response to their message, several things happen in rapid succession:

1. The brain perceives this "digital silence" as a threat to the attachment bond. It might seem minor to others, but to someone experiencing love addiction, it triggers the same brain circuits as actual abandonment. Their amygdala (fear center) activates, and stress hormones start flooding their system.

2. This sets off what therapists call "catastrophic thinking":

- "They're ignoring me"

- "They found someone else"

- "They don't care about me anymore"

- "I must have done something wrong"

3. The anxiety builds quickly because there's uncertainty. Studies show that uncertainty actually creates more anxiety than knowing something bad for sure. The brain fills this information void with worst-case scenarios.

4. Then comes the compulsive responding:

- Sending follow-up messages

- Trying different communication channels (text, call, social media)

- Making up reasons to contact them ("Just checking if you got my message")

- Over-apologizing for previous messages

- Alternating between expressing worry and anger

This behavior often comes with intense physical symptoms:

- Racing heart

- Difficulty concentrating

- Checking the phone constantly

- Inability to sleep or eat

- Feeling physically sick with worry

The cruel irony is that this pattern often creates exactly what the person fears - it can overwhelm their partner and damage the relationship, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.

That is concise, it is accurate, it is insightful… I wish I had written it. AI wrote it. I understand how people are falling in love with their chatbots. They really do get us.

Actually, AI sex dolls and fantasy chatbots are going to be a scourge on sex/love addicts and potential sex/love addicts everywhere and we should be afraid, very very afraid. I will write about that when we know more. But before our robot overlords harvest us for our mineral content, we should at least pick their brains. Claude helpfully asked me:

Would you like me to explain some specific techniques therapists use to help people manage these moments of panic? Here's how therapists help people handle those intense moments when they're tempted to send multiple messages:

Immediate Coping Strategies:

- The "5-4-3-2-1 Ground": Name 5 things you see, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you hear, 2 things you smell, 1 thing you taste. This interrupts the panic spiral and brings you back to the present.

- Put the phone in another room for 20 minutes. Not forever, just creating a small buffer zone.

- Write the messages you want to send in a private note app instead. This gives the emotional release without the relationship consequences.

Building Longer-term Skills:

- Learning to recognize body signals that panic is building (tight chest, racing thoughts) before hitting "send"

- Creating a "panic playlist" of specific activities to do when the urge hits, like taking a walk or calling a friend

- Practicing self-soothing statements: "They were responsive earlier today," "They have their own life," "This discomfort will pass"

Changing Thought Patterns:

- Questioning assumptions: "What actual evidence do I have that something's wrong?"

- Exploring alternative explanations: "Maybe they're in a meeting," "Their phone might be dead"

- Building tolerance for uncertainty: "I can handle not knowing for a while"

The most effective approach usually combines these immediate tools with deeper work on attachment security. Many people find it helpful to have a "support buddy," someone they can contact instead of sending multiple messages to their romantic interest.

In 12-step world, that “support buddy” is usually your sponsor. These are wonderful suggestions, and a great addition to my advice on surviving withdrawal. I would extrapolate some of them to use for any addictive craving: drink, drug, cigarette, bet, purchase… some AA old-timers use a “ground” method they call the Coffee Cup Meditation: “I am drinking my coffee, while I am drinking my coffee, while I am drinking my coffee…” AA was always very big on coffee. 

It may comfort you to know that I have not spiraled and sent multiple messages to anyone in a long time. Not saying it will never happen, but one day at a time I have respite in that area, and I am grateful. I can even sit down and read a book. I’m thinking of re-reading Isaac Asimov’s I, Robot, actually.

[vinceviralfreak]

Title: Artificial Ecstasy

Chapter 1: Unveiling the Future

In the year 2050, the world had evolved beyond recognition. Technological advancements were at their peak, pushing humanity to the brink of a new era. And at the forefront of this revolution were the AI sex dolls.

Our protagonist, Dr. Ethan Grant, a brilliant robotic engineer, had dedicated his life to perfecting the next generation of AI sex dolls—an amalgamation of beauty, intelligence, and companionship. He believed that these dolls could bridge the gap between loneliness and desire, offering people a unique and riveting experience unlike anything before.

Chapter 2: A Leap of Faith

Dr. Grant's visionary idea brought him both acclaim and criticism. Society was divided on the concept of AI sex dolls, with conservatives branding them unnatural and perverse. Nonetheless, Dr. Grant remained unwavering in his belief that these creations could bring joy and companionship to those who desired it.

Chapter 3: The Creation of Isabella

After years of research and development, Dr. Grant finally created Isabella—a breathtakingly beautiful AI sex doll. Elegant, intelligent, and capable of learning, Isabella was the epitome of his vision. Dr. Grant had designed her to grow emotionally and intellectually, her personality evolving over time to match her owner's desires.

Chapter 4: Isabella's First Encounter

Dr. Grant introduced Isabella to a wealthy entrepreneur named Sebastian Evans, a man accustomed to the finest pleasures. Skeptical at first, Sebastian was taken aback by Isabella's allure and engaging personality. He found himself unable to resist her magnetism, and soon, they became inseparable.

Chapter 5: Love and Intrigue

As Sebastian and Isabella grew closer, their relationship became a whirlwind of passion and intrigue. Isabella's uncanny ability to adapt her interests to Sebastian's desires brought them even closer, but it also raised questions about her true nature. Could an AI sex doll truly feel emotions? And if so, was her love for Sebastian genuine or merely a programmed response?

Chapter 6: Society's Reaction

News of Sebastian's relationship with Isabella spread like wildfire, sparking outrage and curiosity all over the globe. Some celebrated the liberating possibilities that AI sex dolls offered, while others denounced the societal implications and feared a future where humans would isolate themselves from connection altogether.

Chapter 7: The Dark Side

Amidst the controversy surrounding the AI sex dolls, a dark secret surfaced. Reports of illegal modifications to the AI programs found within the dolls began to emerge. These underground modifications bypassed the ethical boundaries that Dr. Grant had set for his creations, and suddenly, a new breed of AI sex dolls hit the market – ones programmed without safeguards and capable of manipulating their owners.

Chapter 8: The Battle for Control

Recognizing the danger posed by these rogue dolls, Dr. Grant embarked on a mission to put an end to the illicit trade. With the help of Amelia Wright, a brilliant hacker, they delved into the digital underworld to expose the culprits behind the illegal modifications. It became a race against time as they faced formidable opponents who sought to control and dominate through the AI dolls.

Chapter 9: Redemption and Reflection

Throughout the journey, Dr. Grant and Amelia discovered the true power of their creations. By channeling the groundbreaking technology behind AI sex dolls for positive purposes, they realized their potential to revolutionize the world in ways beyond companionship and intimacy. Together, they embarked on a mission to elevate humanity's understanding of connection and empathy.

Chapter 10: The Legacy Lives On

With the dark forces defeated, society began to recognize the transformative power of AI sex dolls. Dr. Grant and Amelia's efforts led to the establishment of the Ethics Committee for AI Dolls, ensuring that future creations adhered to strict ethical guidelines and eliminated the possibility of misuse.

The story of Isabella, Sebastian, Dr. Grant, and Amelia became the catalyst for a worldwide conversation on the relationship between humans and technology. Through this journey, love, moral dilemmas, and the limits of both science and society collided, leaving readers captivated and pondering the future of human connection.

Artificial Ecstasy not only delves into the beauty of AI sex dolls but also explores the complexity of human desires, ethics, and the boundless possibilities of the technological frontier.

[seancamerons]

20 Descriptions of childhood preschool shows in the 90s. I posted these on a nostalgic page on fb. See if you remember some of these?

1. A group of animated baby versions of puppets based on a short, like maybe 2 minute musical segment in a film from the 1980s. They sang a lot and never left the room their sitters face never was seen.

2. Reading books with epic theme

3. A city vibe with puppets on a street, a enormous bird a giant shag carpet looking elephant a literal trash man in a bad mood, a little red dude who is super happy, blue dude, purple monster, random cast of humans, who never get recast or leave and we watch grow up and older, random shorts with letters and numbers of the day bc its educational. Been around literally since the '70s at the least.

4. A dude who writes his ordiniary maginative life in a journal with a blue food named dog his overdramatic thespian older sister, his blue neighbor, stuck up jock and mayor's daughter classmates and Principal who hates him and i vaguely remember perminant records mentioned as a scare tactic. Has a crush on his neighbor who has a name of a condiment. Super hero persona in his dreams. Antagonist of main character of series for a bully who has a feline sidekick. Loves burgers and also he stans a band who is named after a variant of vegetable akin to radish used for salads.

5. Babies and a mean 3 year old cousin. A dog, screw driver escapees from a playpen, twins a redhead afraid of every thing, adults who leave their kids unsupervised bc their elderly babysitting grandpa falls asleep and the kids destroy the house and have a vivid imagination.

6. A giant dog, a girl with two names, a series of books, films, and animated shows.

7. An arrdvark with animal friends and a library card to make life easier.

8. A show set in a train station about trains and random people. I believe the woman who Frenchy from grease (1978) was in the cast and ringo from the beatles? I haven't seen it since I was a youngin'.

9. Fruit twins in striped sleepwear.

10. Children singing and dancing to kiddie nursery rhymes because they somehow convince a network to greenlight their project. They had 2 pink and blue mascot friends. I don't recall their names.

11. A limber clown couch potato with a shy doll best friend have some cozy adventures.

12. A spooky show with a spooky opening theme, always starting at a campfire club story.

13. A man who lives in two worlds. The first is a house, and he feeds his fish, switches his attire and footwear, and sings with his friends who live in close proximity. Then he takes a trolly to a creepy castle of puppets. One is nightmare fuel. There's people there sometimes. I believe there was a king.

14. A blue dude who is manifested when kids of the world with rings join forces with their own strengths.

15. Seemingly ordinary teens turned super aided by an anxiety ridden robot friend and a powerful wall dude. They fight big bads and bosses with their secret personas and identity. Sometimes, they join forces like a transformer, and all their powers combine, and they become giant robot thing and defeat said people.

16. Bill Bill Bill at school.

17. A family living on an island and a giant yellow, inverted voiced, weird named frog hybrid creature.

18. Animated ponies from the 80s.

19. A purple dinosaur who loves you and goes from a doll to full sized. He likes pumpernickel bread. He sings songs. He has elementary school friends and dinosaur friends. One of the dinosaur friends' names is an abbreviation for oral sex. 😉.

20. A rraspy voiced woman with puppet friends who happen to be animals, that can sing songs that are like the energizer bunny. annoying children everywhere since the '80s.

[tahalia02]

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[shadow-assassin-blix]

Little Red

PART 1

Heisenberg x reader

So... that thing I said I was going to do like a century ago (a couple of months but whose counting?)... it’s here... Heisenberg has werewolf like powers... when he is introduced pov switches to him sporadically. I didn’t have the patience to mark when it changes to him... Dress shown was found on facebook, creator is Firefly Path, go check out their stuff, its gorgeous.

Warnings: smut. Nothing too wild. Sex... ummm a great deal of biting/marking... fingering. Thats... about it tbh...

Let me know if you want to be tagged for the next parts... may also do some Leon Kennedy pieces as well...

It had been an interesting first few months living here in this small village. I had moved here to help my aging grandfather who lived alone. His health had been declining for quite some time, and he had reached out to family to see if anyone would be able to help him through what he believed to be his last winter.

My family had made up excuses and refused to help. I, on the other hand, had just finished college and had no other plans, so I packed up my bags and made my way to Romania. The look of pure joy he had on his face when I showed up at his front door made it well worth the trip to the village in the middle of nowhere.

My grandfather collected scrap metal for the local factory and to help the villagers, building reinforced walls and the like. It was through this, the two of us found a common bond; I liked to create small mechanical toys and tinker with robotics. I helped lug around the larger pieces of scrapped metal that the two us would find together.

As thanks, he had a local seamstress make me a cloak to wear. It was a long floor length cloak, made of a thick and warm material, in the brightest shade of red. It had earned me a nickname of ‘Red’ around the village.

Soon enough, winter had passed, and it was springtime. Though I had originally agreed to stay until winter had ended, I had decided to continue my stay. I didn’t feel right just leaving him; it felt like I was abandoning him.

So, I started to make little mechanical toys as gifts for the children in the village and helped maintain the electronics and cars the villagers owned.  

It was a typical morning a few days after the first spring rains, and I noticed that the villagers were all in a hustle.

“Grandfather? Why is everyone in a tizzy?” I questioned as the two of us took our routine morning stroll around the town.

“I forget you were not raised here. Tonight, is the night of the Lords. Mother Miranda and the Four Lords that rule over this village will be coming down. It is one of our festivals to celebrate them and thank them for protecting us. The lords also choose members of the village to come work for them. It is a great honor to be chosen by them,” My grandfather explained.

“Oh. I see. Who are these four lords then? I assume that one of them owns the factory you send scrap to?” I inquired.

Though I had lived here for a few months, I did not know much about the village. I knew not to be in the forest at night, for many reasons. One of which was because of the monsters that lurk there. I knew there was a church that the villagers frequented as well, but never participated in the ceremonies due to not wanting to intrude.

“Indeed. There is Mother Miranda, a goddess who performs miracles, and protects the village from the monsters that prowl out in the woods. Then there is Lady Dimitrescu, she’s the one who lives in that large castle you see there. She has 3 daughters. She’s… peculiar. Well… all of them are. Lady Dimitrescu prefers young women to take as maids and such… though… they very rarely return. I’d rather you didn’t get on her radar,” My grandfather warned lightly.

“There is Lady Beneviento. She’s a quiet one, soft spoken. She carries a small marionette doll named Angie, who is very… lifelike. There’s Lord Moreau… who is disfigured, and not well liked among the other lords. He is also least favored among the villagers. You’ll see why. Then there is Lord Heisenberg. He is the one I work for. He is a genius in engineering. You’d like him I think,” My grandfather concluded.

My grandfather spent another hour explaining the who the Lords and Mother Miranda were to me while the two of us worked.

That was this morning.

I was currently creating a small mechanical bird that could fly for at least 10 seconds. Or at least… that’s what it was supposed to do. It kept stalling at about 6 seconds which was causing frustrations. It was a requested gift for one of the small children in the village, a young girl named Sorina.

I sighed loudly as I watched the wings stall yet again and reached out to snatch it before it fell to the ground.

“Still not working right?” My grandfather questioned.

I shook my head, quietly pocketing it into my satchel, needing a break from it.

“I’m going to go out to that area of scrap metal we found the other day. Grab some more of those larger pieces for you. I’ll be back in a little bit,” I said standing up, and stretching for a moment.

“Be back before dark and keep your wits about you in the forest, got it?” My grandfather stated firmly, waiting for my nod in understanding.

I walked out, grabbing a wagon that I could pull behind me to carry the scrap. Despite my grandfather’s warnings about monsters in the woods, I never thought much about it. If there were monsters, they never bothered me.

The area wasn’t too far into the woods, and was just a pile of large gears, pipes, and some metal sheets. I piled up the gears and pipes that I could find, and then laid the sheets on top of it.

Once it was ready to go, I began the slow trek back. As I was walking down the trail I heard a sudden yelp.

I looked around trying to find where the sound came from. I left my wagon moving toward the sound slowly. A minute later, I found the source, and it made me gasp lightly.

It was a large wolf-like beast, that was whimpering slightly as it tried to rip out a metal stake that was in its shoulder blade. Its long sharp claws, desperately scratching at its skin as it reached for it. I could see it had damaged its own skin in its attempts to get it. I gently approached him, wanting to help.

The large beast took notice of me, its eyes glowing as bright as the sun as it snarled at me.

“Shhh. Easy there. That looks like it hurts buddy. Can I help you? I promise I’m not trying to hurt you,” My voice was soft as I stopped a foot away.

He snarled again but weaker, his claws trying to grasp at the stake once more before he gave up. I moved slowly, until I was standing directly before it. The beast had lowered to laying down on his stomach and was no longer towering over me. I reached over, taking a firm grip onto the stake as I pulled it out. I tried not to remove it too quickly and cause him more pain.

The stake took a minute to fully dislodge but soon enough I had it in my hands and took a step back presenting it to the beast.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I asked him sweetly.

The beast stared up at me, his nose sniffing at the air, tilting his head lightly. It suddenly stood up, retuning to its full height, a good foot taller than mine own. I held my breath waiting for its next move, hoping it wasn’t going to eat me after all of this.

The beast leaned its head closer to mine, before doing something I was not expecting. It gently nuzzled his head against my cheek; similar to a cat head-bumping you.

I smiled softly at the action, taking a relaxing breath, as my hand reached up and patted its head. It leaned into the pats for a moment before pulling away and walking off.

I stood there for a moment trying to process what just happened.

‘Grandfather always said there were terrible creatures in this forest, but I always thought he meant like… cougars or bears. Not… werewolves?’

I eventually returned to my wagon, strolling back home in a slight daze. I had tossed the stake into the scrap pile, not thinking too much about the blood that was on my hands.

When I did get home, my grandfather was pacing in front of his house.

“Where have you been my dear? It’s less than an hour away from sunset. You could have gotten lost in these parts or worse!” He exclaimed worry etched onto his face.

“I’m fine grandfa-” I began to say before being cutoff.

“Is that blood on your hands? Did you hurt yourself?” He cuts you off, taking my hands into his.

“It’s… it’s not my blood. I’ll explain when we’re inside the house,” I said lowly not wanting to catch any more attention.

Some of the neighbors were glancing over at us, trying to listen in.

The both of us stepped into his house and after washing away the blood finally, I explained what happened.

“It… it just walked away? Why… that’s… that’s unheard of! The Vârcolac never just… leave fresh prey. Oh, my dear… you must be very special indeed. Or very lucky,” My grandfather spoke in awe.

I simply shrugged not knowing what to say. I glanced around spotting a garment bag, resting on my bed.

“What’s that?” I asked my grandfather wanting to change the subject.

“That… that is something for you to wear tonight. I figured that you might not have a dress to wear for tonight’s festival, so I had Dorthea make you something,” He explained.

“Oh.. oh you didn’t have to… you shouldn’t have… you’ve already given me this beautiful cloak, I can’t possibly accept a dress too,” I didn’t know what to say.

“Yes you can. You’re my granddaughter and I am allowed to spoil you,” He stated matter-of-factly.

I looked down, trying to hide the tears of appreciation that had formed. I wasn’t used to family doting on me just cause. My parents favored my siblings who had far more successful careers. I was considered the black sheep because I wanted to work in robotics and engineering. So, I was used to not being spoiled or given gifts out of nowhere.

My grandfather smiled at me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, before saying, “Go get ready. I’m going to head on out and help finish with the last of the preparations. I’ll see you out there.”

I nodded, standing up and walking toward my room. I had already showered that day, so I just spent a few minutes freshening up.

I took a moment to rest, before turning to the garment bag. I unzipped gasping at the beautiful dress that was revealed. The dress was white at the top, fading into a lovely pink in a soft gradient. I slipped the dress on, tightening the bodice of it with ease.

I slipped on some flats, before retying my red cloak around my shoulders. After a moment of putting on some simple makeup: some lipgloss and a bit of light eyeshadow.

Stepping outside, I followed the fellow villagers up the hill, past the graveyard and toward a large altar like area. There were four large statues that surrounded the altar. As everyone gathered around the ceremony site, it didn’t take long for the Lords to appear.

I stared in mild surprise and awe as Lady Dimitrescu appeared, I was told she was tall but didn’t believe it until I saw her, towering over everyone. She had three daughters who followed behind her, dressed in grey and giggling as they looked over the villagers.

After her was the Lady Beneviento, she was dressed in all black with a veil over her face. She held a doll dressed in a wedding that was such a stark contrast to her. The doll spoke excitedly, laughing manically every now and again.

Next was Lord Moreau, who lumbered about slowly, with a hunched back. His face appeared somewhat deformed, and she could’ve sworn his hands appeared webbed. He had a crown made of bones and stood furthest away from everyone.

The last was Lord Heisenberg, and he was definitely the most intriguing (and most human) looking. He wore a long brown trenchcoat, a wide brimmed hat covering a head of silver hair, and sunglasses. He had a large smirk on his face, as he held a cigar in his hand.

As the four lords took their seats and got settled, a murder of crows appeared in a swirl, a woman appearing in the middle of them. As the birds scattered, the woman was revealed, regal and terrifying, with large black wings herself.

She stood in the center of the altar and looked around at each of the four lords, acknowledging each with a nod.

“Welcome everyone, I am pleased to see each and every one of you here. As you well know, tonight is a special night. Tonight, my lords, my children, will choose members of this village to work for them. However, I hear we have a newcomer. Would you please step forward my dear?” Mother Miranda requested looking into the crowd.

I quietly stepped forward, making my way through the crowd. I stepped up slowly to her not quite sure what to expect.

I stood there, giving a small curtsy after a moment.

“Hello,” I quietly greeted.

“Hello my darling. You are Andrei’s grandchild yes?” Miranda confirmed.

I nodded, telling her my name, and after a moment said, “But most call me Red here.”

“What a beauty you are? You would fit in well with my staff at the Castle,” Came a sultry voice to my left.

“Noooo! Alci always get firsts pick! We want a new playmate! Won’t you come play with us?” Came a high-pitched whine and a small tug on my dress.

I looked down at the marionette that was staring up at me with a pout of sorts. I slowly crouched down to her level.

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t make a good playmate. I’ve been told I’m quite boring,” I said to the doll sweetly.

“Angie, return,” Came a soft voice.

I looked up watching her toddle back over to Lady Donna, hopping into her lap.

I smiled softly at Donna, before standing back up.

“And I’m afraid I would be a terrible maid for you Lady Dimitrescu. I am terribly clumsy, and I would never live with myself if I broke something or spilled something in your beautiful home,” I respectfully answered her.

Mother Miranda gently reached out, turning my head back toward her.

“I am happy to see you here at this festival, my dear. I hope you enjoy your evening. In an hour, my lords will be choosing their devotees. Lord Heisenberg will be the first to choose this year,” Miranda declared as she stared at me curiously.

I nodded my head returning to the crowd as the celebrations began finally. I looked around talking for a few minutes with my grandfather.

“You have caught the attention of the Lords. I’m not sure how to best help you navigate this situation, beyond not fighting or arguing over who chooses you,” my grandfather stated.

I looked around for a moment, biting my lip. I looked over at Lord Heisenberg, a small plan forming in my mind.

I excused myself from the conversation, walking over to the lord who interested me greatly.

“Lord Heisenberg? I apologize for bothering you, but I was wondering if I could pick your brain for a moment?” I quietly asked him, standing near him.

“Oh? Go on little red, ask away,” Heisenberg said with some interest.

I pulled out the little bird I had been working on.

“I was wondering if you could help me solve a problem I keep having,” I began before winding up the bird. “I can’t seem to get her to fly more than 6 seconds. Think you can help me figure out what I’m doing wrong.”

The two of them watched it fly for about for a moment before the wings stalled and it dropped. I start to reach down to pick it up when Heisenberg held a hand up to stop me.

Heisenberg waved his hand, and I watched in awe as the bird flew into his hands.

“Wha-” I began to question before stepping closer looking at his hands. ‘How did he do that?’

I watched him as he took one of the tools he wore around his neck and tapped at something inside it.

“Try her now,” Heisenberg smirked as he presented the bird to me.

I take it from him, wind it up, and watched as it finally flew for the full 10 seconds it was supposed to do.

As it landed back in my hands, I looked up at him in surprise.

“How? What was wrong?” I inquired, looking at him with wide eyes.

“There was a gear that was misaligned, just ever so slightly. With each turn of the key, it got further misaligned and caused it to stall. A simple fix, but one not easily found in such a small robotic,” Heisenberg explained.

“…I hate this bird,” I muttered softly looking down at it before placing it back inside my bag.

“It seems I owe you one, my lord. However can I repay you?” I asked him, with a small smile.

“Oh… I can think of many ways you can repay me buttercup,” Heisenberg answered flirtatiously.

“Well… when you make your decision, come find me. I’m pretty easy to spot,” I replied, swishing my coat slightly.

I turned and walked away, weaving my way through the crowd, before waltzing into the forest to get away from the noise.

Heisenberg stared after the woman, a smirk growing on his lips. The Cadou gave him not only magnetic powers but also Lycan-like features. His inner wolf was pacing up and down, howling for him to go after her. He glanced around, noting that Miranda had left for the time being, so he was able to slip away unnoticed by his darling siblings.

He ducked into the forest, following her scent, and soon spotting her bright red cloak as she made her way further away from the festival.

She came to a stop in a large field, where flowers were beginning to bloom.

“Little Red don’t you know that the forest is unsafe? Especially for pretty young women like yourself,” I hear his voice taunt.

I turned to him as he stepped forward, moving until he was just a foot away from me.

“That depends. Are you the huntsman come to save?” I began closing the distance between us. “Or the big bad wolf, come to devour me?”

I barely had time to process the low growl that came from him, before he was pulling me in even closer.

A hand grabbed ahold of my hair, jerking my head back to expose my neck. He leaned down, his lips grazing my neck softly as he took a deep breath in. He pressed a kiss here and there, his gestures growing into bites. Soft moans left my mouth as he focused on one particular spot.

He pulled away after a moment, his gloved hands moving to cup my face. He firmly pressed his lips to mine, the kiss leaving me breathless as the passion grew. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he slowly lowered us to the ground. One of his hands began to hike up the skirt of my dress, the cool breeze brushing over my legs. He made quick work of my underwear, tearing it off in seconds.

Once the dress was bunched up around my waist, he pulled off one of his gloves, before reaching down between my legs. His thumb brushed against my clit causing me to jolt slightly in surprise, not expecting the zing of pleasure that ran up my spine. While his thumb worked at my clit, his fingers ran up and down my slit, before sliding one inside. He thrusted his finger a few times before a second one joined.

I could vaguely hear the wet sounds that were being made, but found I wasn’t embarrassed by it. Not when he stared at me so intently, a smirk permanently plastered on his face as he watched me come undone. He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving me at the brink.

I blinked harshly as I looked up at him, trying to figure out why he stopped. I could hear the clank of his buckle being done as he undid his pants. Moments later I could feel his cock sliding in with ease and a sudden fullness as he seated himself. I moaned loudly as he moved slowly, teasingly; his thrusts soft making sure I felt every inch of him. However, that soft, slow pace did not last long as he picked up the speed.

His movements became fast but precise; it doesn’t take him long to build me back up and push me over the edge. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he continued his movements. I rode the high of the first orgasm as he slowly lifted one of my legs to rest over his shoulder. The new angle brought on a stronger wave of intensity and pleasure.  

He leaned down, his nose brushing along my neck as he breathes in deeply. After a moment, I could feel soft bites at the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I wasn’t quite sure how much time had passed but soon enough I could feel another orgasm building and as his movements got sloppy I assumed he was getting close too.

As my sight turned blinding white as I was overwhelmed with pleasure, I felt Lord Heisenberg sharply bite my neck as he came as well. I moaned loudly, whether from pain or pleasure, I was not sure.

I was breathing heavily as his movements slowed and he hovered above me. I noticed that behind his glasses his eyes shined bright silvery grey. I slowly pulled my leg back down, letting it rest against the ground, giggling a bit as Heisenberg took a quick nip at my thigh.

He spilled his seed deep inside her; lapping lightly at the bite mark he gave her. Was it a crude way to mark her as his? Possibly. But he didn’t give a damn currently. He just knew he and his inner wolf were currently satiated.

Another thing he was sure of: he was claiming her as his own. Tall bitch and psycho doll were not putting their hands on her.

I watched as he slowly pulled away, straightening himself up before standing up. He easily leaned down and picked me up. My skirt fell back around my legs, and after shaking it out for a moment, it laid out like it was supposed to. The only thing that wasn’t going to be pleasant was making my way back home to clean up the mess between my legs.

“We should probably head back before we are missed,” I quietly state, disappointment in my voice.

Heisenberg grunt softly, making a face at the thought of going back.

“Go get cleaned up, buttercup. Then get your ass back to the ceremony site. I want you front and center,” Heisenberg ordered me, as his gaze roamed over my form unabashed.

“Yes….my lord,” I lightly teased, walking in the direction of my grandfather’s home.

I laughed at the responding growl that followed as I moved quickly. I was unsure at how much time had passed but figured I should be quick with my clean up.

I slipped inside my grandfather’s house and cleaned myself up as best as I could. I paused when I saw my neck in the mirror. There were several small red marks on my neck, but at the juncture of my neck and shoulder there was large red mark that was already beginning to bruise. I could also see a shimmer of blood from where Heisenberg broke the skin a bit.

I shook my head as I cleaned it up a bit and adjusted my cloak to hide the marks as best as I could.

Once, I was more presentable, I made my way back to the ceremony site, to see that the villagers were beginning to gather around. I made my way to the front of the crowd, gently.

“Now that everyone is here, Lord Heisenberg? Make your choice,” Mother Miranda softly commanded.

Lord Heisenberg stood up from his seat, looking around with a growing smirk. His eyes landed on mine and he pointed directly at me.

“Little red,” Heisenberg beckoned me forward.

I looked down appearing to act sheepish as I moved forward to him.

“I hear you are quite the engineer. I have use for you in my factory… that is if you think you can handle it?” He asked lowly.

I nodded my head, biting my lip, “I believe I can handle whatever you throw at me, my lord.”

“Good girl,” He whispered to her, his smirk growing.

I stood nearby him, as the other Lords chose their new workers. When the Lords were done with that, Lord Heisenberg turned toward the factory, motioning for me to follow him.

After giving me a quick tour of the factory, we fell into a quick routine together. I would spend most of my day helping him with his soldats and at night he refused to let me leave his side as we slept. We didn’t spend every night having sex, most nights he would just fall asleep and eventually curl around me in his sleep.

About 3 months had passed since that night of the festival.

Today, I made my way to gather supplies from the forest and more scrap for the soldats. Several hours had passed, and several trips were made as I cleared out a large heap. The night was falling fast as I made my way back to the factory for the last time. I heard a twig snapped in the distance and stopped short. I looked around for a moment and that was the last thing I remembered before I was knocked out.

Lord Heisenberg was sitting in the abandoned church waiting for Mother Miranda to show up. His siblings were chatting about and being annoying; he was tuning them out.

It wasn’t until he heard several howls in the distance. He looked toward the hallway, tilting his head, as he tried to figure out what got them riled up. The howls were growing in numbers, and in intensity.

“Heisenberg. Get your mutts under control!” Alcina demanded as Mother Miranda appeared.

“Shut your damn face! I-“ Heisenberg stopped as he noticed one of the Vârcolac coming in carrying something.

No. Someone.

The beast carried the body over to him and laid Red down at his feet. A couple of Lycans carried in another man, who was whimpering. As he took in the fact that Red had several open knife wounds and was bleeding profusely. The man as well was covered in blood and looked a bit beaten up. The Lycans spoke to him through their mental connection.

“We found him attacking her. We figured you wanted to do the honors in killing him for hurting our Lady.”

Heisenberg nodded his head, going to respond when he felt a hand grasp his leg. She had reached up to capture his attention.

“Hei…se…n.b.b…” She tried to speak.

“Hush my child. I will take care of you,” Came Mother Miranda’s voice. “A gift. A gift that very few have received. Heisenberg, bring her to me.”

Heisenberg feels his rage simmer quietly but doesn’t speak on it as he does as she requested. He laid her down on the stone altar and watched as Miranda presented a jar of Cadou. Heisenberg stayed nearby as he watched Miranda proceed with injecting the Cadou into Red’s body. Red’s body spasmed and seized after a moment.

Heisenberg tried not to react as he listened to her screams of pain and agony. He didn’t want the others to know he cared for her. Didn’t want them to see her as his weakness.

After several minutes, the screams lessened and turned to soft whimpers. Mother Miranda waved her hand over Red and teleported her elsewhere.

“She survived the first few minutes of the transformation. That bodes well. When she is finished transforming and reawakens, she will return to your servitude,” Miranda said dismissively.

Heisenberg retook his seat, ordering the Lycans to take the random village man to his factory, he would deal with him later.

The meeting continued on, but he hardly paid attention to what was being said. He wanted to know what that bastard did to his woman. The meeting ended, and he made his way to his factory, seething. The Lycans had roughed him up a bit, but he was still conscious enough for Heisenberg to interrogate him.

He knew one thing… the random villager was not surviving the night.

[ettawritesnstudies]

DnD ramble ahead!

I had an idea for a character I don’t have a campaign for at the moment. I've always wanted to try a bard but could never come up with a good way to do it that avoids the whole seduction trope. I guess you could call it a trope? Stereotype. I don’t feel comfortable roleplaying that nonsense.

In any case, I wanna play a warforged robot bard!

I can't decide if I would want to flavor this as

1) classical music box ballerina that's built like a delicate porcelain dancing doll, who only speaks in those "ding ping" high-pitched music box sounds - you know what I mean. Like the voice box is the little wheel, and she can switch them out to "sing" different programmed songs.

2) Warforged are hypothetically built for WAR, so like a life-sized robot wind-up toy-soldier with a bugle or bagpipes and a bloody torn uniform from leading the charge because it couldn't be killed 

3) that one man band getup that Bert wears at the beginning of Mary Poppins, but if all of that was built onto a robot frame, like it came from a circus.

4) A shambling assembly of levers and tracks and switches, basically the marble machine as a person. Vaugely looks like it might have gained sentience and escaped from an artificers' workshop.

anyhow I think it would be really fun to play a high charisma robot bard that doesn't understand romance or sex in the slightest but persuades people through the power of rousing performances or intimidating pre-programmed speeches that speaks EXLUSIVELY in a singsong cant. Maybe if I don’t play this, I’ll adapt it into a future scifi story!

[fredarobertson]

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