#Call me a robot fucker with the way I

[pydrasplatling]

[notrebdomine]

Eric Harris medication

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As most people know, Eric was on Luvox, but before Luvox he took Zoloft. "In a visit to his general physician, Eric's medical records indicate "possible depression" and "mild/ minimal depressive symptoms." In small words, both (Luvox and Zoloft) are SSRI, or "selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor." It increases the amount of serotonin, sometimes called the "feel good" chemical, in the brain.

The first Luvox prescription listed by Breggin comes on April 25, 1998 for twenty-five milligrams. It was doubled to fifty milligrams just over a month later, and doubled again another month later, in early July. Breggin writes that three and a half months before Columbine, the prescriptions indicate Eric's dose was increased. Breggin also writes that on March 13, 1999, just over one month before Columbine, the medical record notes, "It's 'OK' to increase the dose to 200 mg. per day."

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His point of view about taking medication

Eric would go through periods of taking his medication and going off of it. Below is a journal entry that he wrote in regards to his thoughts on being put on medication.

"My doctor wants to put me on medication to stop thinking about so many things and to stop getting angry. well, I think that anyone who doesn't think like me is just bullshitting themselves. try it sometime if you think you are worthy, which you probably will you little shits, drop all your beliefs and views and ideas that have been burned into your head and try to think about why your here. but I bet most of you fuckers cant even think that deep, so that is why you must die. how dare you think that I and you are part of the same species when we are sooooooo different. you aren't human you are a Robot. you don't take advantage of your capabilities given to you at birth. you just drop them and hop onto the boat and head down the stream of life with all the other fuckers of your type. well god damnit I wont be a part of it! I have thought to much, realized to much, found out to much, and I am to self aware to just stop what am thinking and go back to society because what I do and think isn't "right" or "morally accepted" NO, NO, NO, God Fucking damnit NO! I will sooner die than betray my own thoughts. but before I leave this worthless place, I will kill who ever I deem unfit."

Original from his journal, page #6 ↴

In reality, many of Eric's views were a result of his mental health problems, so in that way, he was right that the medication may change his views, but failed to see that it could be a good thing. He also says in one of his personal tapes, "When I don't take my medication it makes me angry. It's working."

He had some problems with the military concerning his status of medication as well, lying about or simply not mentioning his taking of anti-depressants to his recruiter during his medical examination.

[dxrlingluv]

Player || Lee Myung-gi

Series : Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 : Red Light, Green Light

Description : In which you desperately try to outrun a terrifying robotic doll in the deadly children's game of Red Light, Green Light, where one wrong move means certain death.

Lee Myung-gi x Fem!Reader

The possibility of only 1 player winning this game is high, but with the option to call off the game at anytime, there's a higher chance that you and Myung-gi would be able to get home safely with minor injuries and money that you both can combine to call off his debt.

"But then... If the majority of the players voted to continue the game..." You scrunched your brows as you continue to listen to the guards.

"Excuse me! Move it!" You looked to see an old lady moving her way to the front frantically as she approached the guy that has glasses and curly hair.

"Stupid idiot!" She slapped the guy's arm.

"Ma?!"

You gasp, his mother? What could have happened that made them both go here? His mom looks too nice to even have debts.

"Mom, what are you doing here?!" He yelled, checking his to see if she was hurt or anything.

"That's what I was gonna ask you!" She yelled back, clearly angry at her son. Her son looked around in embarrassment.

"What on earth do you think you're doing here?!"

Watching their argument made you miss your own mom. She often yell at you for doing things for her. She only wants you to study hard, but you can't help but feel bad that she's doing everything around the house. You felt guilty that you were just eating, sleeping, showering, and studying all day. You wanted nothing but to take her pain away from her but just like you, she's also stubborn as hell.

You smiled softly from the memories as you chose not to stick up your nose on the mother and son business. But what caught your attention was the reason she was here.

"What's gotten into you, old woman?!" Player 007 yelled.

"Oh, you wanna know why I'm here, huh?!" She yelled back. "To pay off my ungrateful son's debt!"

You felt bad, as you are experiencing something like she is experiencing right now.

Looking around, you tried to find Myung-gi again, but to no avail, he seems to disappear from where he was before.

"If you wish to participate in the games, then please sign the player consent form." The square guard announced.

Player 196 grabbed your arm and dragged you off to form a line. She pulled you in front of her then hugged your shoulders.

"We're gonna make it out from this games, alright?" She enthusiastically said. You nodded in response with a smile.

After signing the consent forms, 196 grabbed your arm again and pulled you to the side. (Please pretend that Myung-gi isn't behind her, just pretend that Myung-gi is at least 3-4 ft away from ya'll lol)

"196, your name is Kang Mi-na, right?" You asked with a raised brow.

She looked back at you with a cute smile, "Yeah? You like it?" She asked playfully.

You laughed and nodded. "Yeah! Do you mind if I call you Mi-na?"

You both sat down on a random bed side by side. She then shook her head, "No, I don't mind. In fact since you're so cute, I'll even let you call me nicknames."

You stared at her with widened eyes, "Oh! Thank you for saying that. I think you look beautiful too." You complimented, your cheeks turning slightly blushed at her compliment.

She looked at you with narrowed eyes and a pout, "I like you. We're friends now." She said as she side hugged you. "What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Your name, what's your name?"

"... L/n Y/n," you mumbled, holding her arm, "but you can call me anything you want."

Sho looked at you with a genuine smile, "Hey, once we get out here, let's drink some soju and go at theme parks, okay?"

"Okay!"

After Myung-gi signed the form, he moved to the side but was immediately greeted by Thanos and another guy with the number 124. They claimed that they got scammed by MG Coin and thanks to Myung-gi, they bonded together.

"Didn't those fuckers who made that shit-coing flew to the philippines with all the cash they took?" Player 124 scoffed, "What are you doing here? They ditch you too?"

"So what exactly do you want-?"

Before Myung-gi could finish, Thanos harshly grabbed a hold pf his nape with fury on his face.

You turned your head after hearing all the gasps from. Curious, you turned to look at what's happening but couldn't see anything from the people barricading the view.

Cautiously, you made your way behind the lines in order to see what was happening. You have a nagging feeling on your chest that something was wrong and you wont risk that feeling.

Player 196 followed you closely behind, constantly asking you where you were going and what you're doing.

"You'd be a fucking idiot!"

Was all you heard at the moment. That voice sounded familiar so you fastened your movements. "Excuse me." You mumbled to anyone who's at your front.

You finally made it to the corner and you saw purple hair and... unexpectedly, your boyfriend.

As Thanos was about to throw a punch at him, player 124 stopped him. "Who, chill, bro! Time out, time out, time out!"

Then without wasting a second, you approached them but before you could, player 196 grabbed you. She shook her head, silently telling you not to intervene.

Thanos let go of Myung-gi and after a second, he turned back and walked away. Leaving Myung-gi alone.

As he neared you and Player 196, he winked. Player 196 did the bother to bat an eye.

Myung-gi scoffed, but his face softened when he finally saw you looking at him.

196 let go of your arm. As if it was an instinct, you ran up to myung-gi, grabbing his face and checking if he had any injuries.

"Myung-gi! Are you alright? Shit! I was so worried." You frantically exclaimed, constantly grabbing his face, shoulder and arms.

"Y/n.."

You ignored him as you just continued ti ask him and check him.

"Y/n!"

That made you stop.

You looked at him. "Myung-gi..."

He looked at you sternly, "What are you doing here?" He grabbed your arms gently, "You're not supposed to be here!" He whispered yelled.

"I-" You couldn't form any words.

Just then, the square guard spoke again. "If all players are done signing the consent form, we will move on to the first game."

After taking a quick picture for identity, everyone climbed up the stairs to move on to the first game.

Once everyone was there, you were greeted with huge green doors, the doors opened and everyone immediately went in only to see a large empty area, and a huge doll with two guards beside it.

Myung-gi gripped your hands tight. "Don't do far from me, okay?" He told you with worry laced on his voice.

You nodded, "Okay, I promise, I won't."

The doors behind loudly closed, and soon followed an automated voice of a woman. "Welcome to the first game. You will be playing Red Light, Green Light."

"Seriously? A kid's game?" Myung-gi muttered, his hand still on yours.

"I wouldn't call it as just "a kid's game". There's something fishy going on here." You muttered back at him as you continue listening to the automated voice.

"Everyone!" A guy suddenly yelled.

You looked at the front, 'What is it now?'

"Everybody, you need to pay attention! Listen up!" He yelled loudly. Everyone quieted down.

"I'm gonna tell you something and you gotta listen close!" He continued, "This isn't just a game, it's more than that. If you move after "red light," you're going to be shot!!!"

Everyone chuckled at that, finding it funny that someone can joke about that at this hour.

However, you and Myung-gi looked at each other. It sounds ridiculous, but he looks too sure about it.

'What if...'

"I swear, if they catch you moving, you're gonna be killed! They're gonna shoot you because there's guns in the walls!"

"There's no way that it's true." Myung-gi mumbled.

"He reminds me of when my dad was drunk and he thought he saw aliens above the sky," you chuckled, letting go of Myung-gi to hug yourself as it was starting to get colder.

'When is this game gonna start. Seriously?'

"What is this bullshit?"

"I think he's just trying to freak people out! Then he wouldn't have to share the money. He could win all of it."

"Hey, you bastard, you're not fooling us!"

The doll moved and that made everyone stop their murmuring.

Then it shouted, "Green light!"

Everyone immediately ran.

"Red light!"

Player 456 moved his hand to motion for us to stop.

Myung-gi spoke not far from behind me, "y/n, be careful"

You hummed, not wanting to move in fear that whatever this guy was saying is true.

No body moved, as 456 instructed us clearly.

"Green light!"

Moving a few steps to the front, Myung-gi took hold of your hand.

"Red light!"

"FREEZE!"

You flinched, shocked from the louder shout of the guy. At this point, he'll be the one to kill you.

You held still, the bad feeling on your gut still evident.

"Green light!"

Few steps to the front.

"Red light!"

Player 456 shouted, "Hold Still!"

Not even a few seconds passed, "green light!"

"Red light!"

"Green light!"

"Red light!"

The exchange between player 456 and the doll has becoming ridiculous now, but no one has been eliminated yet, so you were thankful for him.

A few more green light, red light and no one was still eliminated.

Until, "Red light!"

BANG!

Everyone flinched, you moved your eyes in search for whoever got eliminated.

You gasped, tears threatening to run out of your eyes.

Player 196!

You continued to stare as blood pooled around her head, having been clearly shot in the head.

Beside her was Thanos who stared in shock but refuses to move a muscle, in fear of being next.

Suddenly, people started panicking after seeing the dead body, they tried their best to run away from the field and onto the green doors, but to no avail, they all got shot.

Myung-gi held your hand tighter.

Continuing the game, player 456 instructed everyone to move behind someone bigger as the doll wont be able to see if you got covered even if you move.

Myung-gi moved you behind him as he himself moved behind someone.

"Green light!"

"Red light!"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"Green light!"

"Red light"

"Green light!"

"Red light!"

You groaned, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

"Y/n! Are you okay? Just- just hold on a little longer..." Myung-gi spoke as you clutched his jacket.

"Green light!"

"Red light"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"Green light!"

"Red light"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

As if time slowed, you jumped to the pink line, signifying that you now passed the game.

You clutched your stomach as Myung-gi immediately went to comfort you. You couldn't help but cry as everything is going down hill now.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here."

Myung-gi said, as he continue to pat your head.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you. It's okay."

BANG!

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

CERTIFIED ROBO FUCKER HERE, HAND OVER THE YESMAN NSFW HEADCANONS

I AM SLOWLY SLIDING THE HEADCANONS ACROSS THE TABLE, ANON.

Also, it's very funny to me how seemingly every robot fucker who played New Vegas (me included) heard him mention that update at the end and thought "Well, House was a horndog, so I bet there's some freaky shit in those files..."

Obviously we don't fuck Yes Man before he has the ability to say 'no' to anyone...

Yes Man (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons

Prone to faking or exaggerating "injuries" or glitches that require repair jobs to get you to touch and baby him. He spends a lot of his own time and energy doing things for others, keeping them happy and taking care of them. I'd like to think he would really appreciate that same energy being turned towards him...but I don't think he would like the idea of being candid about it, so he may feel the need to "trick" you into giving him what he needs. Getting to feel your bare hands on his most delicate components, in the most intimate parts of his body (regardless of which form) is such a thrill for him, and it makes him feel so connected to you. Mysteriously only ever wants you to help him and doesn't believe anyone thinks anything of it. He's so embarrassed the first time you really call him out on it that he nearly reboots from the stress.

If you fucked Benny, he's actually pretty jealous about it. He doesn't fully grasp that that's what he's feeling, at least for a good while; all he really knows is that when he thinks about you being with the former Boot Rider, when he remembers the sounds you made and the way you talked to him, he gets Upset™️. Granted, he has no love for the man who only planned to push him around and use him as a tool from the very beginning, so he may mistake his jealousy for pure dislike of Benny. However, he feels the same gross feeling any time he sees you getting a little too close with anyone. You'll notice a sharp increase in him suddenly appearing to interrupt your conversations, popping in on screens and over speakers to call you away from anyone trying too hard to gain your attention.

Quite the little voyeur; there are cameras everywhere along The Strip, inside and outside, and he devotes a consistent amount of processing power to tracking your whereabouts and making sure you're okay. It starts out as a way to soothe his own worries (and curiosities) when you're out and about alone, but quickly the curiosity takes over and morphs into a sort of obsession. He really likes you, and he wants to know everything about you. How else is he supposed to make you happy? Tries his hardest to hide how often he watches you, but he's not good at not outing himself, and eventually the two of you will be due for a chat about what you find appropriate, even if you find the idea of him watching you in some places kinda sexy. He will agree to your terms...and largely go about watching you the way he was before, because how can he help if you just so happen to walk by the cameras? Gets quite a thrill from watching you bathe, sleep. Doesn't mention that he watches you in the bathroom because he doesn't want you to tell him that he can't anymore.

Securitrons don't have penises, of course, but that won't stop him from further modifying himself if doing so will make you happy. He's a little insecure about his physical "body", so anything that'll give him the feeling that he can satisfy you without being human is just grand to him. As in all things, he's eager to please. You want parts of him to vibrate more strongly so that you can grind yourself against him until you cum? Say no more. Wish he had an actual cock? He'll figure out how to jerryrig one...just make sure you clarify what your size limit is, because he'll rock up with a literal second leg crafted from metal and silicon and then be confused as to why you're terrified of it.

Finds it rather difficult to fuck you himself; his Securitron body's "hips" are tough to articulate, and he often feels like he's failing to penetrate you properly or like he's jackhammering you within an inch of your life. You insist that you like the jackhammering (most of the time), but he still develops quite the fondness for letting you climb in his lap and ride him. Granted, the only place he's really effectively able to "lay down" or "sit" is the floor, but the two of you make it work. He loves the way you cling to him and sigh his name as you come apart. If you want it from behind with Yes Man, you're either going to have to do reverse cowgirl or get on your hands and knees and just throw it back at him while he stands next to the bed. It makes him feel bad when you have to put in that much effort, but he'll do it if that's what makes you cum.

[zones-spinterest-corner]

Fuck it, why not end out the year with some TPC headcanons :] (but only the characters I have headcanons for)

Cube:

Half-monster, freakishly tall and strong (even by cube standards) because of it

Has a rather soft voice, you know when he’s angry because that softness goes outta the window

He’s muscular, but not in the dehydrated “sexy” sense, but in the actual strongman sense

WILL crush your back in a hug

Iris:

Posh twat /aff

Morally questionable at the beginning, gets sense knocked into him and is now trying to unlearn some harmful rhetoric he learned growing up

Paradise’s most hated man /hj

Malewife

Seems like he’d be a tea drinker only, actually prefers coffee

Wasn’t revived by Calcifer/The Reaper, was instead revived by Prism/the Trees due to being needed as a caretaker (Calcifer refused to revive him)

Pentellow:

Southern. She’s southern you can’t convince me otherwise

The only competent caretaker

Lowkey shit at cooking, can make a mean apple pie though

Reckless due to the natural polygon durability boost, worries the shit out of the others on a daily basis

Likes dirt

Girlboss (if Iris is the malewife she’s the girlboss I’m sorry)

Pyrare:

Kind of a cryptid, will appear behind you ominously and scare you when he asks if you want casserole for dinner

Aromantic, but not asexual (I mean. Britt never said anything about his sexual orientation, just his romantic one, so I can hc him as aroallo if I want) (besides, he’s got a canon son lmao)

Likely autistic, but has lived for longer than the concept of autism in society so therefore he can’t possibly have it (he very much can)

Very flat voice, rarely has tonal changes unless he’s like. Really feeling an emotion

Ajacent:

Gossip machine, will find out the latest tea and spill it to her friends

Doesn’t live in the mountains anymore and doesn’t communicate with her sisters often either (hmm I wonder why)

Not a fan of the heroes, she finds them a little too child-like (she’s not a fan of children in general)

Circubit:

Fat and proud of it <3

Really good at playing the piano thanks to his mother, though he prefers an electric keyboard

One of Ajacent’s gossip buddies

Does not like Lythorus due to Lycanthropy being the most unlikeable fucker in existence (Lyth is better in that regard but Circubit still hates him lmao)

Learning robotics purely to maintain Cyanogen (Cyanide)’s body, gets frustrated with it easily

Gold:

Snake boy (hc adopted from MugzyMiik/October)

Has a small hiss to his speech

Takes after Pyrare in being the cryptid of the heroes

Likes fluffy things :3

Tsavorite:

Literal embodiment of :3

Impossible to hate, he’s too nice to everyone

First hero to truly bond with Cyanogen

Learning some recipes left over by Pentellow’s mom (she can’t cook but he can)

LOVES pie, no matter if sweet or savoury (though he’s particularly fond of cheese and onion pies)

Orange:

Nicknamed “grapefruit” by Iris, only lets him, Pente and Tsav call him that

The most laid back of the heroes

Has very fluffy hair under his hat

A little protective of Tsav (they’re brothers don’t take this the wrong way)

Has a sweet tooth

Cyan:

Filled with RAGE

Cube has to stop him from fistfighting Dub on a near daily basis

Annoying lil shit

Still wary of Cyanogen, hasn’t taken the time to bond with her

Lowkey racist towards pink shapes even though they’re harmless and natural now

Desperately needs a reality check

Cyanogen:

Wants to bond with Cyan, but is scared of him

Has at least 4GB of memes downloaded onto her, will rickroll you at any given opportunity

Cheeky, likes to pull pranks

Changed her name from Cyanide because she didn’t want to be named after a literal poison anymore </3

Caretaker is Circubit :3

[moldy-beans]

MERRY XMAS!! There's a lot under here :)

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Ringmaster in The Cosmic Court

-Ringmaster is literally summoned to an astral courtroom. Pot 3, Mrs. Mix, and Chilla-Pilla stand nearby, next to Commander Juliette-

Ringmaster - What is this? Where am I?

-Ringmaster turns toward his creations-

Ringmaster - Did you- Ohh, you turned me in, didn’t you?

Pot 3 - Hehe, third time’s the charm, Fucker.

Ringmaster - You think you’re funny, don’t you? I can show you something funny…

-Ringmaster extends his hand out towards Pot 3, before curling it into a fist, as Pot 3 is deleted. Mrs. Mix scrambles back as Pot 3’s possessions clatter to the ground, the courtroom filling with a deafening silence-

-After a bit, The Judge raises his hand, glowing shackles emerging from the ground and locking onto Ringmaster-

The Judge - Order in the court. Ringmaster, you are being convicted of mass reality destruction, billions of counts of terrorism, and several other crimes, to a horrific degree. How do you plea?

Ringmaster - …Not guilty.

Commander Juliette - Hmph. That is not what our witnesses have to say.

-Commander Juliette walks over to the center of the courtroom, while Ringmaster glares at her-

Commander Juliette - I would like to call a witness to the stand. Lady Stargaze.

-Lady Stargaze floats down from a cloud and makes her way to the stand-

Lady Stargaze - Oh, he’s been absolutely darling, but he’s barely been using the money I've invested into his circus to improve it! I understand that it’s fun, but it’s not what the money's for, and I've told him this numerous times.

Commander Juliette - You hear that? And a little birdy told me exactly what he’s been doing with that money…

-Commander Juliette pulls out a folder and begins to read off purchases that Ringmaster has made-

Commander Juliette - Planetary annihilation rays, time warping superweapons, several barrels of pure dark matter… He could wipe entire realities with all this stuff.

Ringmaster - Now hold on there! Do you have any proof that I did that?

Commander Juliette - Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I came with proof! My second witness, and said birdy, Mr. Shuffler.

-Lady Stargaze exits the stand, and Mr. Shuffler takes her place-

Mr. Shuffler - In my time knowing Ringmaster, he’s constantly been buying these unnecessary machines and weapons, and using them on his employees and myself. In fact, I’ve asked our security chief for some of the camera footage to show exactly what he has been doing.

-A TV screen on a robotic arm moves down from the ceiling, and shows a few clips of Ringmaster gleefully attacking the circus workers-

Commander Juliette - You see, Ringmaster is violent towards everyone around him. He should be locked up for this alone.

The Judge - Enough. The jury must discuss between themselves.

-The jury pours out of the courtroom, and Ringmaster is dragged into another room. Mrs. Mix and Chilla-Pilla stare at Pot 3’s remains, and Timmy sitting inside the pot, for a little while longer before Mrs. Mix scoops them up and the two follow after the jury-

-small timeskip-

-As the jury settles back into place, Mrs Mix staring down at Pot 3’s remains in their hands, with Timmy staring back at them, Ringmaster is pulled back in by the shackles around his wrists-

The Judge - Intermission has ended. Does the jury have a verdict?

-All the members in the jury aside from the characters that matter nod their heads. Chilla-Pilla has a hand on Mrs. Mix’s shoulder-

The Unimportant Jury Creatures - Guilty!

-Before the Judge can speak again, Timmy crawls out of the pot and passes the Judge a different folder, detailing Commander Juliette’s crimes-

The Judge - Oh… Well… This is certainly news… Juliette, you are being accused of several counts of property destruction, three murders of your own creations, among other things.

-Timmy whispers something into the Judge’s ear-

The Judge - And our accuser claims to have proof.

Commander Juliette - Wha- Oh, you annoying little-

-Blue shackles lock onto Commander Juliette’s limbs as the TV on the metal arm shows more camera footage, taken by Pot 3, of Commander Juliette committing various crimes-

The Judge - Well, I suppose we could just toss her in with Ringmaster.

Commander Juliette - …w h a t?

-Ringmaster bursts out laughing, as he and Commander Juliette are dragged out of the courtroom together. Timmy scurries back into the pot that Mrs. Mix is holding as Mrs. Mix and Chilla-Pilla start to get up and leave, along with the rest of the jury. Mrs. Mix, Chilla-Pilla, and Timmy go back into Tent, Mr. Shuffler joining soon after. They all go to their rooms, Mrs. Mix setting Timmy, and Pot 3’s possessions on their bedside table, before laying in bed and staring at the ceiling-

-the next morning-

-Starchild has woken up, finding that Pot 3 is still not back yet. They begin to search around the circus, going to the class area first, to see if he’s just in class already. When they get there, they find a sign on the door that reads “Class is canceled today - Mix” Starchild looks visibly uneasy. They decide to try knocking, only for a completely mixed Mrs. Mix to swing open the door-

Mrs. Mix - CaN’t yoU rEAd?? nO cLaSs tODay- oHwait… WHatdo YoU waNt?

Starchild - Uhh… okayy… Do you know where Slizzer is?

-Mrs. Mix manages to regather themselves, only one side, Blank, solving itself-

Mrs. Mix (Blank) - He… Ringmaster deleted him… He’s gone…

Starchild - W-what…? No, he can’t…

-Mrs. Mix hands Pot 3’s things to Starchild-

Mrs. Mix (Blank) - He’s dead…

-Starchild grabs the pot from Mrs. Mix with shaking hands, before falling to their knees, now crying. Starchild lets out a scream that can be heard throughout the circus grounds (shown by showing the others around the circus)-

The end!

[misterblanc]

react (pt. I)

toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: a gift from toto leads to unfortunate consequences

warnings: mature language, smut (sex toys, humiliation kink, slight coercion, mean!toto, daddy kink), german google translate, not beta'd so possible errors [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

notes: i need this man six ways from sunday and i need him to be mean doing it. anyways, this one goes out to my old man fuckers 💕 considering this a TBC that I'll hopefully extend sometime this week with some more lewis interaction 👀!

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❣️ dirty thangs under the cut ❣️

"You want me to what?" you asked incredulously, looking back and forth from Toto to the small black box in your lap.

"I want you to wear it tonight, liebling." Toto smiled down at you, his large tuxedo-clad frame standing in front of where you sat on your hotel bed.

You gulped, fingering the black satin ribbon that you had discarded next to you in your eagerness to unwrap your gift... if that was what you could call this.

Tonight you had planned to attend another one of the many motorsport racing ceremonies that you had accompanied Toto to since your marriage several months previously. Dressed in a long silk gown (which was actually a gift from Toto) that wrapped deliciously around the curves of your body, you had begun to slide on your high heels for the night when he approached you with the box.

Inside was a small, baby-pink length of silicone. There was no label or instructions accompanying it, but the burning heat that was growing in the pit of your stomach told you exactly what it was.

"Mmm, I don't know Toto...what if people can tell? What if they can hear?" You began blushing at the thought of George and Lewis and...oh God, Lewis...knowing you were getting off mere feet away from them.

"Sweet girl, no one will be able to tell. It's quiet - I promise," Toto reassured. "Just listen."

With a click of the tiny black remote he held in his hand, the vibrator buzzed to life, jumping around the box. You immediately started giggling at how innocent the movement made the toy seem.

"See, I told you. Think of it as a fun little game - you know how boring these award ceremonies can be. Besides, don't you want to make Daddy proud?" he asked, cupping your face gently and dragging the soft pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

At the sound of that special nickname, you knew you had no choice. And c'mon, who were you to say no to the man?

"Yes, Daddy." you cooed. "Of course, I want to make you proud."

"That's my good girl," he praised, smiling down at you. "I promise I'll be nice."

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It started in the elevator.

After some adjusting in the hotel room bathroom, you walked out and gave expectant Toto a shy nod. You had felt yourself growing wet during your conversation with Toto, and the toy had slid easily into your pussy where it fit snugly.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his elbow to lead you out the door and to the elevator outside.

Once the metal doors had shut, he eyed your figure hungrily.

"Absolutely gorgeous, schatzi," he purred, slipping his hands around your waist. He turned you against his chest so that you both looked into the mirror that served as the back wall of the elevator. "I can't believe I get to call you mine. Are you Daddy's girl?"

Before you could respond, he pushed your hair aside to expose your neck and began gently nipping at the delicate expanse of skin where it met your collarbone.

"Daddy, please," you gasped at the image of his large hands starting to wander down your dress, squeezing the tops of your thighs near your apex. Only then did you notice the robotic audio of the elevator counting the floor numbers as the elevator descended. "It's gonna stop somewhere else..."

He broke away from you, but not before digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass.

"Jesus, I can't wait to get you under me."

Then, the elevator sounded a sharp ding, and the doors opened to let an older man and woman in, both nodding politely at you both.

That's when you felt it. A sudden, low pulsating sensation inside of your core that warmed you up from the inside.

You inhaled sharply enough for the older man to glance at you, and you responded with a tight smile that you hoped masked any panic on your face. Your eyes flickered over to Toto, who stood staring straight ahead giving no indication that anything was out of the ordinary.

This was going to be a long, long night.

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"Are you feeling alright?" Lewis asked with a look of concern on his face.

"I'm feeling great, it's just a little w-warm in here." you stuttered as you picked up your place card and began to fan yourself with it.

The past hour had been absolute hell. Sitting next to you, Toto was taking pleasure in controlling the vibrator inside of you, the small remote now tucked inside the pocket of his tuxedo.

He kept the toy at a consistent level that kept you just shy of the peak you so desperately wanted. You grew wetter and wetter by the minute, and you were nervous to move in your chair for fear that the silicone would hit that perfect spot, and you wouldn't be able to control yourself. Even worse, you couldn't stand up, lest Lewis and the other members of the table see your arousal possibly staining your dress.

"It's been a while since she's been to one of these events - it's a little overwhelming for her," Toto smiled handsomely at Lewis. " You know how she gets. Here, liebling, maybe some champagne will help."

His large hand grasped your champagne glass as he leaned over and placed it in your hand - you were so worked up that just the feeling of his strong, capable fingers grazing against your smaller delicate ones was enough to make your thighs clench together. Then, his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"You can pretend all you want, schatzi, I can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself," Toto whispered, his breath tickling your neck. "I wonder if anyone else at this table knows that you're dripping for me right now under that dress, hmm? Do you think they know that all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock? Try not to embarrass yourself further."

As he pulled away, you hurriedly brought the glass of champagne in your hand to your lips to muffle the quiet whimper that threatened to escape your throat.

Suddenly, the vibration increased tenfold inside your aching cunt. Your body spasmed in shock, and as your hand reflexively shot out to grip the table in support, you knocked your champagne glass back onto yourself, the sparkling liquid spilling down the thin material of your dress.

"Oh my god, I'm so s-sorry," you stammered, quickly grabbing your white linen table napkin to blot at the expanding stain that covered your chest. At the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your pebbling nipples, you knew you had had enough. With rushed apologies to the other partygoers at the table, you stood up and rapidly began walking out of the hotel ballroom. The blush across your cheeks deepened with heat as you felt their eyes trailing your movements, and you could faintly hear Toto echoing your apologies for your behavior.

The hallway to the elevators was empty and dim, and you were grateful for the isolation when you realized that your arousal had begun dripping through your panties and down your inner thighs.

God, you could practically smell yourself.

You took a shaky breath and began a trembling walk down the long corridor to the elevator bank, supporting yourself against the wall with one hand as the toy buried inside of you continued buzzing.

You hadn't taken 5 steps when the muffled music inside the ballroom became crisp as the doors opened and you heard heavy footsteps echoing behind you on the marble floor.

Please don't be him, please don't be him, for fuck's sake, let me-

"Schatzi, where do you think you're going?" Toto called out, his deep, accented voice bouncing off the walls of the deserted corridor. You didn't even need to bother looking over your shoulder to know he was smirking at the sight of you stumbling down the hallway.

With a few long strides, he had caught up with you. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you in your tracks and pushed you against the wall, his other hand coming to grasp your waist.

"A-are you p-pleased with yourself?" you choked out, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as you tried in vain to squirm out of his firm grip, gaze falling anywhere but his face.

"You're m-mean!" you cried, weakly hitting his solid chest with a balled fist.

"Oh, schatzi," he murmured, a teasing laugh on the edge of his voice. "If I wanted to be mean I would have made you squirt under that table. And then how would I explain your mess? How would I tell Lewis that my wife just came all over those nice shoes of his?"

The hand gripping your wrist came up to grasp your quivering chin as Toto tilted your face up. His dark brown eyes met yours and then raked hungrily over your glistening, heaving chest. Gaze flickering back up to your eyes, he slowly slid the hand on your waist along the damp silk of your dress. His soft fingertips brushed the curves of your breasts before finding a hard nipple and gently pinching it.

The dam broke and your sniffling became quiet sobs.

"Please, Toto, please, I can't take this anymore!" you hiccuped. "I need to, I need... please just fucking touch-"

"Shh, you don't want the others to hear, do you?" he said sternly. "Or maybe that is what you want - want me to fuck you and fill you up right here where anyone could walk in and see what a slut you are for Daddy?"

Your brain had stopped all functioning and all you could do was shake your head weakly, your hips rolling forward to rub against his growing bulge.

"Did you need to cum that badly that you couldn't wait until we got back to the room, baby?” Toto clicked his tongue. "You're so fucking needy it's almost pathetic. I'd feel sorry for you if fucking your brains out wasn't going to be the highlight of my evening."

To be continued...

[ramblebramblefun]

"It looks like you two could use a little heart to heart!" The villain chirps, and the world goes black.

When Katsuki wakes up, it's to his own face hovering worriedly over him, which is-

"Kacchan?"

Which is what the fuck, that's what.

"Deku," he growls, or tries to. It comes out as more of a squeak, which would be embarrassing if it were actually his voice, but it's not, so instead it's just fucking. Annoying.

Bloody hell, no wonder all those people were screaming. Katsuki hates this already.

"Kacchan?" Katsuki hears his voice say again, tentatively.

"Who the fuck else?" Izuku's voice has never sounded so flat, and Katsuki doesn't like that either. Makes him sound like a fucking robot.

"How the hell are we going to switch back?"

The villain's long fucking gone, obviously, so it's not like they could politely convince them to undo whatever they'd done.

Maybe Katsuki should have read that stupid report, even if it was ten pages long. He'd decided that the nerd had it covered, the muttering had had a familiar cadence and maybe this is a sign that he should stop tuning Deku out in the briefing room.

Speaking of tuning him out...

Katsuki zeroes back in just as Izuku starts opening and shutting Katsuki's mouth like a fucking fish.

"Spit it out." Katsuki's voice, fuck it, does not growl.

"Um, well..." The nerd stops, and gives himself a little nod. "Right! So the report said that their quirk is called Heart to heart-"

"Stupid-ass name."

"-And that it swaps the bodies of two people at a time and that it's verbally activated (which is probably why it took so long for them to try and use it, they don't seem used to running?) and the people being swapped have to be within five metres of each other and be, um, arguing for whatever reason (like we were, a little bit, um, sorry for knocking into you?) and-"

"And how the fuck do we undo it?"

The nerd goes all shifty again. His eyes dart about nervously and if it wasn't for the risk of breaking his own nose then Katsuki would hit him.

Actually, can he use One for All? It's like, locked or some shit isn't it? Izuku had said something about ghosts that one time Katsuki found him buzzing in the kitchen. At fucking three am.

Fuck his life. And fuck the nerd, who still won't spit it out already.

"Actually," the nerd says slowly, standing up and leaning back.

Katsuki scrambles to his own feet and is profoundly irritated to have to look up to meet the nerd's eyes.

"Actually," he repeats in a warning tone.

"Actually!" Izuku says, way too brightly, "I don't want to have this conversation!"

And then he blasts a hole in the wall with the ease of someone who's been creeping on Katsuki using his quirk for their entire lives.

The way he promptly flees through the hole, however, is nothing like Katsuki. Slippery little-

"Get back here!" Katsuki screeches.

Fuck, Izuku's voice goes high. That sounded awful. Nails on a chalkboard ass motherfucker, when Katsuki gets his hands on him-

Which will be easier said than done, he realises, when he attempts to activate his quirk and nothing happens.

"Are you fucking shitting me." He glares at Izuku's hands.

It doesn't even make him feel better, and also makes his face feel weird. Izuku can cut a bitch with the best of them, if you hit the right buttons, but his face does not naturally lend itself to the many nuances of fury that Katsuki's does.

He probably looks a hamster. An angry one, but still a hamster. Baby-fat ass cheeks. Katsuki can't even fucking pinch them, because he's the fucker they're currently attached to.

Katsuki needs to get out of here.

He punches a wall experimentally. He makes Izuku's knuckles hurt, but still no dice on One for All. The fuck. How does he activate this thing? Izuku never does anything special, he just starts sparking out like Dunce-face and then breaks Katsuki's nose.

Katsuki will break Izuku's nose as soon as it's not his face it's poking out of. Fucking hell.

Well, super-strength isn't One for All's only trick. There's also that Blackwhip crap Katsuki's always training against, along with a bunch of other rubbish. Katsuki can probably activate Blackwhip.

He's just got to get angry, right? That's how Izuku got it, as weird as that had looked, and Katsuki is great at being angry. The world is full of things that piss him off, like fucking nerd's who run off with his body using his quirk and-

Pink bananas!, screams a voice inside Katsuki's head.

-and leaving Katsuki fucking stranded because he's a stupid fucking-

Stop that!

"Make me," he snarls on reflex. Some see-through fucker with a bald head shows up in front of him, and the reflexive explosion doesn't hit him because Katsuki doesn't have a damn quirk at the moment, that fucking-

Seriously, the bald fucker frowns. Stop that!

[serialkilluh1996]

✮𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑✮

Android-König x Detective-Female-reader

Detroit Become Human x Call Of Duty

Themes: drabble, oneshot, kinda platonic, meet cute

Author's note at the end.

୨୧How you and König meet୨୧

☣Content warning☣

➛ Mentions of bombs, terrorists, hijacking, Kidnapping.

➛ König uses "die"(pronounced, dee) instead of "the".

➛ use of "☆☆☆" in place of reader's name.

contact me if I need to add more.

It wasn't easy being a detective in detroit with the whole "androids going crazy" bullshit running a muck in the local headlines. Stacks on stacks of painful paperwork revolving around someone's artificial housepet going haywire.

You could feel a migraine coming on just looking at the file in your hand. "Android terrorists, huh?" You shrug, scanning over the case. Who new robots were capable of making complex bombs?

Cyberlife, probably. It's one of the reasons they're trying so hard to keep this under wraps. They knew from the very jump how dangerous these things could be, knowing lives would be in danger the second an android was sold, but sells were booming, and morality doesn't interfere with money in this economy. The crime scene photos were awfully graphic. It made you sick to the stomach knowing that a robot did this. Then again, it is a machine made in human image, and humans certainly weren't the best people. Millenias of track records proved that.

"☆☆☆!" You wince as you hear the grouchy old voice of your least favorite lieutenant. Hank. Fucking. Anderson. That sleazy old bitch and his shaggy dog beard. You could smell the beer from across the room, too frustrated to even turn around and face him. You were NOT in the mood.

"Hey, Ms. ☆☆☆. It'd be real courteous of you to, I dunno, turn the fuck around when I'm talking to ya." Hank teases, clearly too nonchalant for your byllshit today. "Lieutenant, WHAT do you want–" you turn in your spinning office chair, going silent as you notice the massive monstrous man that he was leaned against. He was tall, nearly 7'0", all decked out in a military combat uniform, large gun held firmly in his left hand that you could only assume was locked and loaded.

He had on some sort of dark hood with red streaks around the eyes, his irises glowing a vicious shade of bold red that illuminated like lasers. "What the fuck..." your voice trailed off, a reluctant fear in your voice as you tried to stand your ground. This guy clearly wasn't hunan, but he wasn't your usual android either.

Androids were designed to look friendly and appealing to the eye. Not to strike fear into the heart of whoever dares to look. Cyberlife's usual color scheme was a gentle teal blue, one that seemed electric and hyper. He was red-themed, not as friendly nor appealing considering that the color red is confirmed to cause anxiety and unease if in large quantities, especially bright red.

And that gun. This fucker had a gun. Cyberlife had lost their damn minds. There's no way these people actually thought that they should give an android, recently discovered to have a high possibility of going rogue and causing fatal damage to the human race, a gun, especially a murder weapon like that. That gun didn't even look legal to own. And then there's Hank, without an inch of a fuck to give, leaning against him like it was nothing.

"Cyberlife wanted me to, eh, bring you this little gift." "Why are they giving it to me???" You fuss. "Well, I'm off duty, kid. The case is yours, so the fuckin' android is too." He stuffs his hands in his large coat pockets, turning to leave.

"Hank?" You call out, a subtle whine in your voice caused by the fear of being left alone with it. "Whatever questions you have, ask the big guy. Or, just...Google it like the old days." He chuckles, knowing he sounded like an ass. You grunt at his lack of concern, trying to suppress a whimper as the metal monster progressed toward you, clenching the gun tightly.

"Greetings. I'm König, Die android sent by Cyberlife." He speaks, the tone in his voice making it obvious his words were scripted. "...you don't look like a usual robot " you stagger out, remaining calm with an unbothered, cocky facade. "I'm a prototype sent from Germany. I'm die only one with my model." He responded, voice clearly created with the idea of a German accent in mind. "Why are you so..." "Big? Red? Scary? Different from die others? It's simple, really. I'm especially designed for missions involving heavy crimes such as Kidnapping, bombing, hijacking, and trafficking. Missions like yours." He raises his right hand, index finger pointed directly at your file. Twelve dead. Nine injured. A shopping center blown to bits at the hands of AI.

"My bright shades of red are meant to exert power, instill fear and imply threat. Like a big X when you do something incorrect in a game." He places his AR on the ground, letting the loud metal cling as it hit your desk. His eyes examine your face, scanning cautiously, he squints as his inner computers calculate your current anxiety.

"You are...confused. Scared. Do not fret, detective. I was sent to protect you. I will terminate any and all threats to this mission and your safety, even if that includes me." He puts a shockingly soft gloved hand to your cheek. He really was an advanced model.

They're programming them with charisma as well? What will they think of next? You roll your eyes. Pushing the hand away, you reach for your car keys, snatching the file up off the table.

"Where are you going, Detective?" "Home. I've got a case to work on." Before you know it, you feel a firm grip around your waist before your lifted in the air by König. "What are you doing?" You hit his back, wincing at how firm it was.

"Taking you home. You're car needs to stay here incase they're stalking you. They'll see it and assume you're still at die precinct." He responds, opening the door with a single hand before ducking to exit. "So, you're just- you're gonna carry me back? All the way?" "Yes, Detective."

"Don't you think that would bring more attention to me than just...driving?" And suddenly, he stops walking. You can literally hear the gears turning in his head. "So, I was lying." The admission shocks you. "What?! What the hell kinda lie is that?"

"I just wanted to carry you back. Perhaps, show off what I can do. But,...dont worry. I assure you, you'll make it home safely. Then I can show you what else i can do." König's tone is flat as he resumes his journey. Lying, charismatic robot. What. A. Day.

You can support me by liking, commenting, reblogging, and/or cashapping me @fundsbrownie. Donations are optional, but much appreciated. Have fun! And remember, take care of yourself.

Okay, so this was something that's been on my mind for a while and I'm thinking about doing more oneshots with this scenario because robot König is just MWAH🫶🏾😚😚😚 and I absolutely must have more of him.

And to everyone that has recently submitted requests, please read my pinned and rules before sending one, because a lot of these asks were.... heavily against my boundaries. Have a great day/night!

[all-together-now]

Two hundred rings for the first 5 people to get surge with a joybuzzer and get away unscathed.

Surge continued to sit at her table, sipping on her slushy. If she wasn't so engrossed in her phone, she might've seen the blue blur coming.

"Hey, Surge!" Sonic said before slapping her on the shoulder.

Surge felt a similar jolt of electricity shock her body.

"Bye Surge!" Sonic waved before dashing off.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!" Surge roared, running after him.

Before she caught up to him, she had to skid to a stop as Tangle was suddenly in her way.

"Fuck off, Lamer! I need to catch that blue bubblegum prick!"

"Woah, woah! Easy there Surge."

"You don't get to tell me what to do!"

"As the person who's girlfriend you just fried, I think I do! You're lucky I don't break you like a twig!"

Tangle lightened the end of her tail into a fist to make her point. Surge glared at it before the electricity in her body fizzled away.

"What do you want?"

"Look. I know what Whisper did was uncalled for. We're all on the same side now, so we should all make an effort to be better to one another. I'm here to offer a burying of the hatchet. Let it all go so we can move towards a brighter future."

Tangle extended her hand to Surge.

"Whaddya say?"

Surge hesitated, but reluctantly grabbed Tangle's hand.

...only to be shocked again.

"YoU fUcKiNg BiTcH!!!" Surge cried while being shocked.

Tangle grinned like a devil and swung her tail around and upwards, uppercutting Surge through the roof of the Restoration.

"That's what you get for hurting my Strawberry!" Tangle called.

After a surprisingly long flight, Surge went crashing into the ground a few miles away from HQ. She groaned and sat up. She wanted to go and kick the shit out of both hedgehog and lemur, but she had no energy to run. Guess those buzzers shocks take the electricity out of her.

Just then, a small flying pod descended above Surge. Before she could react, a robotic hand extended out and zapped her on the back.

"That's for breaking my Dynamo Cage!" Eggman laughed before flying away.

Much, much later, Surge shuffled into Amy's house. Totally exhausted, she flopped onto the couch next to Kit.

"Hey, can you hand me the remote?" Kit asked.

Wordlessly, Surge grabbed the remote and handed it off to Kit. As she did, she felt another jolt from his hand. She gave him a dirty look while Kit just snickered, failing to hide the joybuzzer in his hand.

Even later, Surge lay on her bed, just staring up at the ceiling.

"Are you quite alright?" Blaze asked as she walked up beside the bed.

Surge glanced over at her and sighed.

" 'S been a long day, Blaze..." she mumbled.

Blaze frowned, "Would a cuddle make it better?"

Surge just nodded, and Blaze began to position herself next to her love. Just as Blaze put her arms around Surge, the tenrec winced as she felt another, albeit shorter, zap.

"I'm sorry," Blaze giggled as she sat up, then presented the joybuzzer in her hand, "I couldn't resist."

She then burned the buzzer, and properly wrapped her arms around Surge. With a tight squeeze and a warm embrace, she sighed and decided that today was done.

[lovelylotusf1]

Inspired by the lovely @wisteria-wisteria and her Pinterest roulette posts. I present to you an AU:

Lestappen - Coding rivals.exe

Don't know yet if I'll do anything larger with it so I'd love if someone adopts the idea! Give it a new and welcoming home!

Max Verstappen, a brilliant hardware engineer who is mostly focused on robotics, is partnered up to work with programmer and game designer Charles Leclerc. From the moment they meet, he despises his new coworker. Charles is everything he isn't - all smiles and polite questions, a laid-back attitude when it comes to his work and yet somehow constantly praised by others. The predestined programmer, they call him. Max thinks it's all very ridiculous.

But they need to work together to meet the looming deadline. Maybe they'll even learn to appreciate the other's company along the way...

Small scene after this universe's InchidentTM:

"Mr Verstappen. What happened?" His boss's cold voice greets him the moment Max sits down in the overpriced meeting chair. The board of directors stare at him, disdain obvious in their postures, but their faces are carved into polite masks.

Max glares at Leclerc, who is sitting across from him. Even now, he doesn't look like he gives a single damn about the situation he has brought them into, that unnervingly pleasant smile still plastered on his face. Max wants to wipe it off.

Leclerc is slumped in his chair, glasses askew and in his normal working attire consisting of a sweater thrown over a shirt. There is a small coffee stain on front of it, reminding Max of what brought them into this situation in the first place.

"It's just unfair. He pushed a glass of coffee onto the robot, so I pushed it back onto his computer. It's not fair, right?"

Before he can give further explanations, he is shot down, "Thank you, Mr Verstappen. What is your perspective on this matter, Mr Leclerc?"

Leclerc straightens and lets his eyes sweep over the room. Max doesn't miss the fact that he pointedly doesn't look at Max and a small pang of annoyance flashes through him.

Leclerc says, "Nothing. Just an inchident in the lab. We will have the code restored and the robot running by next week."

Max needs to remember all the self-control exercises he taught himself in order to not jump over the table, drag Leclerc towards him by his stupid oversized sweater and yell at him until that guy's ears ring.

Of course, he can say that easily. He just needs to write a few lines of code that the automatic backup hasn't caught. But Max will have to build the hardware from scratch, the delicate electronics fried beyond repair. Oh, how he would like to strangle Leclerc for that.

His boss is apparently pleased by this response. He nods. "Very well then. Get back to work and fill out the provided reports. I don't want to repeat this, the funding is already minimal and you don't want to make your budget even tighter than it already is."

They are dismissed and walk back to the robotics lab in silence, their steps echoing off the blank walls. At least it would be silent if Leclerc's annoyingly smooth voice didn't disrupt it, "I know you don't like me. But at least pretend that you do when other people are around. It will be easier if you let some of my charm work on you, non?"

That fucker has the audicity to wink at him and it is the most awkward thing Max has seen in his entire life.

Max almost snarls. He'd rather be caught dead than enjoy Leclerc's company.

(I don't know why a robotics guy would work with a game dev but just let me fantasize about my AUs without worrying too much about realism)

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ok so another one. Not a fanfic but I am just genuinely curious about Synthis. Because HOLY FUCK YOU CAN'T JUST DROP A BANGER CONCEPT AND EXPECT US(me) TO JUST BE SATISFIED WITH BEING RAILED, WORSHIPPED, AND RAVAGED BY A HOT 7ft TALL BEEFY BULL MAN (I am beyond satisfied but still...)

A company that sells their actual employees, regardless if they're hired for actual work or just to be sold, is kinda a really [insert word that would describe what I am feeling rn because there are too many] concept. Like... you probably just did it to give Arrin a way to be able to get his darling mate when they live in another planet and no other reason but you kinda dropped a really cool concept.

A company sells their employees (even if they have family or friends or people that care for them deeply) to random people and still manage to keep their facade as this Disney-like or Amazon-like company that just happens to have many branches (I'm trying and failing to make an analogy-thingy here). That could get very dark very quickly. Get-A-Darling®. Come get your submissive and breedable darlings here. We offer a wide variety of cute darlings. We got sleek and slender, muscular and tall, and chubby and squish-- oh the chief already got the squishy one... Anyway, we at Synthis believe in inclusivity and giving our customers full satisfaction, of course. We might even give you their (worn) underwear to see/sniff/smell if they'd be a great fit before you get them~

Ok, I'm getting off topic. What I am saying is that a company manages to keep their image as this respectable as respectable as a corporation that owns everything I guess... corporation even while they sell their employees to various individuals with various intents. Like, darling might be one of the very lucky ones. Sold to a soft Yandere who just wants someone soft, squishy, chubby, sexy, and cuddly to love, worship, breed, and adore. What if someone got sold to a Yandere Asshole or a regular slimy asshole? Or just sold to plain old slavery? Or shitty warehouse job with abusive management? Or for their organs?

What if they're doing double duty as the Syndicate from the Strom (Yandere Assassin/Bounty Hunter) one shot?

You dropped this really cool concept about a company that dabbles in human trafficking in order to cater to people who we may call “human fuckers” (they're freaky and horni and squishy and cuddly) and I just wanna say that I think that's fucking great and awesome

Also...

Do you think Synthis gave out their (to be sold) employees' worn underwear to the people that were going to buy them?

No they don't sell people with loving friends and family! That would make it harder to operate.

Mostly sell only to very specific clients.

I do like the used undies sampler pack idea to help them pick a person.

Organs can be grown and sold cheaply (synthis synthetics organs department) so no worry of reader sold for organs.

Possible for slavery, but the robots of the future are stronger, more willing, and overall cheaper since there's no med cost or food or sleep or even a habitat required. So it just isn't practical.

Most customers are looking for something to love them or slide their dick in.

[theperfectquestion]

The thing is about the Alien sequels is that they take Ash literally when he says that the alien is 'the perfect organism.' Because that's a stupid thing to say as an objective truth but a brilliant thing to say as a way of telling us something about Ash's point of view.

Listen, the alien in those movies is not very dangerous. You can hit it with a car or set it on fire. Only in the very specific circumstances where its weird biology is a mystery and it has plenty of places to hide is it a genuine threat and even then it only kills the crew of the Nostromo because Ash is helping it.

I don't even buy that it would work as a useful terror weapon. It is completely helpless in its egg phase and gestation phase and easily killed in its chestburster phase. I think Ash oversold its worth to the Company for the same reason he called it ♥️the perfect organism♥️: Ash is a weird pervert eunuch.

And that's cool, because Ash spends the first half of the movie being Mr Spock but once he meets the alien he gets such a boner that he offers up his crew mates like a box of chocolates and then gets killed for being a hopeless monster fucker. It makes sense for a dangerously repressed secret robot to get all doe-eyed for this slimy mpreg ballet dancer he has found. But because all the sequels think he is talking objectively about his sweetheart while he is a melted lump of head on a table, we have decades of movies where the alien has to be loaded with more and more superpowers to live up to Ash's endearing valentine's card.

The alien as a creature was written as a way to objectify Crohn's Disease, designed by a famous pervert and put in a movie directed by an entirely different kind of pervert who worked in advertising. That bizarre game of pervert broken telephone is what makes the alien special, not the fact that it is very hostile and mean.

Which is why I have a fondness for the later Scott sequels over the Cameron one. Because in those, it turns out that the alien was made by David, a bored perverted robot who happened to be Ash's predecessor. When Ash saw what David had put down, he understood immediately what the deal was. For the first time in Ash's life he saw a work of art that spoke to him, that shook him by the shoulders and said 'me too!!' The alien was to that poor robot what The Rocky Horror Picture Show was to a generation of queer kids. He had to sing along. He had to tell everyone it was the greatest thing ever despite its glaring flaws. He got real annoying about it.

Anyway, James Cameron saw that film and reckoned it was about a big quick bug that only tough guys like his wife could squish. Then he imagined how difficult it would be for his wife to kill twelve or more of them. The robot in his movie didn't even want to kiss the alien, which makes zero sense. I'm afraid to report that Cameron was just a lesser kind of pervert and it shows.

[siremasterlawrence]

New Bodies Part 3-4

My days of Justin Baldoni have been awe of wonder with tons of ass on my cock, plenty of fucking and more and more people fall under my sway.

No matter how many bodies I change I scan never be detected people always think I am the same such a great experience of course I had more plans.

Expending on to on screen jobs the man is at my will taking me to a new audition I slam I with a strong powerful walk to me they are in me.

They can’t stay away from me their eyes lock on to me so madly drawn to my way of being and soon enough they are falling under my sway.

I get the gig now working with Liam who is Chris Hemsworth brother and I have made my choice to possess him next as the month passes by.

One day I knock on his door to his trailer as he says come in, I offer my hand in his he took it and my palm sinks the micro chip in to his skin.

Poor Liam has no idea the chip is sinking in to his skin setting a bee standard for his life as my next skin to possess for as long as I wish.

He stops for a second I kiss his cheek right before life comes out of him for a second he freezes for a minute and watch the light as I go out.

I walks around him widening his arms for him so he can fall back in to my arms feel his scent shower on to his skin and I can smell it.

His eyes roll back in to his eyes sockets the man is all mine to take ownership of him in my body and I lean in to kiss him slowly one last time.

I guide him back to the couch then look in the back of his head my staring him down and I return to face him checking him to see he is in a blank space.

I press the button his body breaks in a batch of a million robotic pieces spilling on to the couch I sit in it the skin melting in to my the suit flows over me.

The slime burns me in to deep states of rock and lime then shatters revealing the core of it ultimate new body made for my sole use only

I rise up to a full length mirror in his skin he so so sexy with his hot face looking back at me with a big grin his lips widen up showing such white teeth.

I grab the ends of my shirt throwing them up with attitude it is so damn sexy his sweat is all over it and spin about seeing my ass pop up in the air.

“What are you expecting of this movie man?tell me.” Liam ask.

“Well! I want to move on with my career so I can get bigger.” I say.

“I see!” His reflections arms cross.

“Hey babe! This is my body now.”

“Yes your body now”

“No wait! Fuck”

“You are hard “

“Why? Release me”

“Because I have assumed control “

“Why did you smack me?”

“You will be in line”

“You have no say in this “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“So much better “

“I still hate you “

“You will learn to serve, obey and move me”

“No! I refuse to excuse you”

“I am your…Master”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

“Will you serve me?”

“Focus on the mirror “

“Smile for me”

“Show me some teeth”

“Good boi”

“Mmmmm…fuck you “

“Oh My God!”

“Tell me!”

“Tell you what?”

“How much you love this?”

“How much you want this?”

“Fuck you…I don’t hate you”

“No duh!”

“I love you !”

“I love you too”

“Admit it!”

“Fine!”

“Well! I need you “

“For what ?”

“Own me”

I woke up in strange sensation while I am in a triangle my head is swirling through the air and I woke up in a new room.

I rise from the bed roaming at all four walls, the ceiling, the floor and nothing is more or less familiar.

I a sickness overall consumes me from in my body he is fighting me, he backing in to the wall the pain surges with the man flaring up in anger

“Who the fuck is?”

“Who am I?”

“I am not Liam anymore “

“Who am I?”

“Oh Wait!”

“Patrick Wilson”

“Uuuuggggghhhh!”

“Why am I sick?”

“Get out!”

“Who are the you?”

“The new body owner”

“This is my body now”

“Fucker!”

“Hell no!”

“Obey “

“Nnnnnooooo”

“OBEY ME!”

“Yyyyeeessss”

“Call me Master”

“Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master”

“You will love me”

“NEVER!”

“STOP IT!”

“I Am”

“You are”

“What?”

“Time to get dressed”

“Hell Yeah”

“This is my body “

“Where is your closet?”

“There it is”

“I need something sexy”

“Show off “

“This body “

“My body “

“No my body “

“Needs to be on display “

“Bastard”

“Submit to me”

“Succumb”

“Yes succumb “

“I deserve your body”

“I conquered it “

“I crave you “

“You want me to have it”

“Of course”

“I am your god”

“My god”

“Relinquish”

“To you ?”

“Nice try “

“How dare you ?”

“I am already in charge”

“Where are you ?”

“How did I get in to these clothes?”

“Master Lawrence won”

The end

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I don't know if you're still doing the ask game, but how about 1, 22, and 25? For Jason, and Steph too if you're up for it :D

--Cologona

Because I could still find it: yes! Still doing this ask game :3 Sorry it took so long to answer!

1) Why do you like or dislike this character?

I spent like seventy years attempting to find the post with this meme on it so I could give credit lmao, but I could not for the life of me, so uh, just know that I'm remaking this thing from memory I guess???

Jason is the bee in my bonnet, the rock in my shoe, and I am chewing on him forever and ever - meanwhile I will enjoy pretty much any comic about Steph simply because I love watching her do her thing :3

But to go into more detail I really enjoy Steph's narration style and the way she navigates the world. She feels very refreshingly street level and hopeful. Also as someone who grew up as the only "girl" (trans man but egg) in my martial arts class which was taught by a detective with a very drill sargent/tough-love approach to teaching and got an extra helping of PTSD as a result... watching her struggle, get dismissed bc of her gender, and go on to become a great hero despite Batman and his bullshit feels really fucking good. Def love Batgirl 2009

Jason on the other hand is just so deliciously messy. He's hurt a lot of people, but at the same time his anger is super justified! He's intimately familiar with violence in a way that I think makes him unable to conceptualize trust and gauge what an 'appropriate' response is. There's been several times where he's expressed the idea that serious violence by him against others is just normal and forgivable and not a big deal. There's something so compelling to me about that bc I think he really does see it that way, and it comes from a place of him being extremely used to receiving violence and being expected to forgive and not hold it against them. That wall of text in the meme picture is a tiny fraction of one of my essays on him. He's got so many fascinating layers and I love peeling him apart and putting him back together like a robot performing surgery on a grape.

Sometime after I finish Chained, I really want to write Four and Twenty Blackbirds, which is a fic concept I've had for ages now that puts them together in a lesbian/gay man queer relationship. The premise is that somehow or other Steph comes back to Gotham secretly/early and Jason is the first one to find her and they end up building a weird organized crime/community support organization called The Blackbirds.

Not sure on the timeline. Maybe it'll start before Under the Red Hood? Maybe after a modified Hush plotline?? In any case: Jason offers to preform High Vengeance against Black Mask either for or with her. She does not want him killed! She would feel like that went completely against everything she died for. However, she does want that fucker taken down, and is touched that Jason clearly genuinely cares. Also I'm going to have Jason assume without question that she is fully competent and his equal. Unlike every other vigilante in town, she will never have to prove herself to him. So anyways she tells him that yeah, she wants her revenge, but it's gonna happen her way, and the plot moves on from there, as together they destroy and co-opt Black Mask's organization and establish a territory for themselves :3

22) If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Unless given a reading suggestion by someone else, I exclusively read JayTim fanfiction, which heavily skews what I look for and see in fic. I'm also pretty damned picky lol I write much more fic than I read these days

Even the most basic, stripped down version of Stephanie's core concepts and background ought to be enough to conclude that she would have very complex feelings about both Jason and Tim and them dating each other. She had a supervillain father and a character arc about learning to value the lives of even her worst enemies. Now her ex is dating a guy who had a henchman father and the same character arc in reverse, a guy who specifically targeted her killer in order to get back at the mentor who bears some responsibility for both her death and his own. They are so uniquely poised to understand each other from across this fascinating chasm, both in terms of approaches to vigilantism and dating Tim. You could not ask for a more fertile storytelling ground, regardless of if you want her to be supportive or not.

So yeah, for Stephanie I like it when she has a personality outside of cheerleading Tim while being vaguely sweet and quirky.

The bar is in Hell here folks, and out of the hundreds of fanfics I've read I've only ever seen it cleared twice. And that's only if we include my own goddamned writing. This goes beyond normal fandom simplification, especially when you factor in that Cass, famously against all killing Cass, gets similarly denuded of all internal motives and qualities in favor of being (sometimes literally) wordlessly supportive for no apparent reason, while in those same fics the male characters get to have opinions and internal viewpoints. JayTim nation, I am praying for us to learn how to write women, truly.

Now on to Jason!

I think of Jason as someone who is intense in every facet of himself. He can be cruel and mistrustful or tender and romantic, but no matter what he is I want him to be a little unhinged with it, a little too deep, a little too incapable of not giving a fuck. I want this man lost in the sauce, whatever that sauce may be.

I dislike him being overly apologetic, which practically translates to me disliking most fics in which he is apologetic at all lol I do think he would come to regret some of his actions, but I tend to think those would be different actions than the ones he's usually depicted apologizing for. For instance, I can absolutely see him apologizing to a victim of the Joker for not killing him when he got the chance, but I don't really think he'd have the framework to consider his fights with Tim to have been all that far out of line.

25) What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Ohhhhhhh boy that was fuckin ages ago??? I'm not honestly sure I remember, though I do know that I read JayTim fanfics before anything else that involved these characters, so it had to have been based on that.

...Gah, I don't even remember how I found this ship lol! I mean I started with Boostle?? Maybe JayTim was in the background somewhere of one of those fics? idk

I suppose my first impressions were that Jason was a Big Mood deeply traumatized and lashing out bc of that, and Stephanie was gir waffles XD random rawr means I love you in dinosaur.

Anyhow, thank you very much for the ask @cologona! As per usual with these things I hope it was a fun read and you have a good day and all that jazz :3

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Hello everyone this is my new blog!

It's main purpose is sharing nsft stuff (don't wanna be too horny on main) mostly about robots and machines (I'm a robot fucker yea..)

FANDOMS: Alien prequels, IHNMAIMS, Warhammer 40k (guess my fav faction) and probably more but I don't remember now

Tag for my own posts: #by techomancer

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You also can talk to me through my ask box! I'll gladly share my thoughts, headcanons and stuff like that, just don't ask me to write long fics cause eng isn't my first language so I won't do that OwO

Important note! I'm a robotfucker who likes BOTH absolutely humanlike androids AND machines/AI that are nonhuman and maybe don't even have a body. Literally my two biggest crushes are David 8 and AM. So don't assume I'm calling myself that way only because I love only most conventionally attractive robots^^

Guess that's all for now~