#Harnessing data for good

[elsa16744]

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[lucyrose191]

CALM IN THE STORM| H.SPECTER

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Wife!reader

Summary: The entire firm knew how temperamental Harvey Specter was and whenever he was in one of those moods, they knew it was going to be a painful day, until they found the only thing that could calm him down.

Warnings: none.

Suits Master List

Harvey Specter could be described as many things; arrogant, rude, uptight, stone-faced and most certainly hot headed. It wasn’t hard to piss him off but it was certainly difficult to calm him down and once his mood was ruined the entire day was doomed.

It was quite frankly anyone’s worst day whenever Harvey wasn’t in a good mood because they always took the brunt of it and there was no way to fix it.

Or so they thought.

If there was one thing anyone would say about Donna Paulsen, it was that she knew everything, which meant she knew exactly what would calm Harvey Specter down.

His wife.

Y/N Specter wasn’t a lawyer, she was an aerospace engineer which was just as, if not more impressive than being a lawyer and Harvey Specter worshipped the ground she walked on.

After watching Mike Ross leave Harvey’s office with near tears streaming down his face, Donna had enough and picked up the phone.

Y/N’s attention was momentarily drawn away from her computer at the sound of her office phone ringing but continued looking through data as she answered "Y/N Specter speaking."

A sigh of relief was heard through the line before Donna’s voice filtered through. "Y/N! Thank god! I don’t know what the hell is up Harvey’s arse today but he’s nearly made Mike cry three times and it’s only 10 o’clock, can you please come and save us," her husband’s secretary practically begged.

Y/N smiled, leaning back in her chair, work forgotten. This wasn’t the first time she had received a phone call like this and she found it hilarious just how much fear her husband built within people, he was a real softy around her.

Luckily for her, she had a lot of freedom in her role, she had proven herself for many years before that she was now able to come and go from work as she pleased, being fully trusted that no matter how often she was here her work was always done.

"I won’t be long," she said before hanging up, not wasting time in grabbing her things to make her way to her husband’s workplace.

As she walked towards her husbands office, Y/N bit down her laughter as she saw the obvious signs of relief on everyone’s faces as she walked by.

"Y/N you have no idea how happy I am to see you," Donna greeted her as she approached her desk, "He’s miserable in there."

Y/N looked through the glass into her husbands office and found that the redhead was telling the truth, the heavy frustration on her husband’s face was hard to miss.

She gave Donna a smile before making her way into Harvey’s office.

The man sighed heavily hearing his office door open, not looking up from the case file open in front of him. “I thought I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Y/N smiled, “and does that include me?”

Harvey’s head snapped up at the sweet, smooth tone of his wife’s voice, feeling the tension in his shoulders deflate just from her presence. "Y/N?”

“Hey handsome." She smirked slightly, walking around his desk, he turned in his chair just as she stood in front of him.

He looked up at her in the same way he always did, there was nothing but pure love in those eyes, “What are you doing here?"

Y/N smiled lovingly at him, stepping forward to stand between his legs, wrapping her arms around the back of his head. “You’re scaring your colleagues.”

Harvey rolled his eyes, sitting up to rest his hands on her waist. “They’re ridiculous.”

Y/N hummed, “maybe, but how could I deny the chance to come and see you?”

“Fair point, I can understand the struggle of not seeing my handsome face for a couple hours,” Harvey replied, dead serious, smiling as his wife rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle slap to the shoulder.

“What’s got you all worked up, darling?” She asked.

Harvey released a deep breath, sparing a glance to the case sitting open on his desk. “I didn’t even want to represent the guy but Jessica knows him, I know him to be a complete prick."

Y/N thought for a moment before inviting herself further into his space, forcing her way into his lap, not that he was complaining, he just tightened his grip around her, leaning back into his chair. “Well, how about I treat you to lunch?” She proposed.

Harvey smiled tiredly. “I’d love that, baby." He replied, earning a bright smile from his wife who leaned forward to press a loving kiss to his lips before standing back up, pulling him up with her,

“Come on then, we’ve kept Ray waiting long enough.”

The smile on Harvey’s face was a stark contrast to the frustration he had been hounding earlier and it was all down the angel in front of him who wouldn’t even allow him to grab his coat, too persistent in dragging him through his office door.

As they made their way out of the building, they paid no attention to the uncomfortable weight that seemed to lift from everyone’s shoulders.

One thing for sure is that the entire firm were relieved for the existence of Y/N Specter.

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - July 15-21

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1. Thai tiger numbers swell as prey populations stabilize in western forests

“The tiger population density in a series of protected areas in western Thailand has more than doubled over the past two decades, according to new survey data. […] The most recent year of surveys, which concluded in November 2023, photographed 94 individual tigers, up from 75 individuals in the previous year, and from fewer than 40 in 2007. […] A total of 291 individual tigers older than 1 year were recorded, as well as 67 cubs younger than 1 year.”

2. Work starts to rewild former cattle farm

“Ecologists have started work to turn a former livestock farm into a nature reserve [… which] will become a "mosaic of habitats" for insects, birds and mammals. [… R]ewilding farmland could benefit food security locally by encouraging pollinators, improving soil health and soaking up flood water. [… “N]ature restoration doesn't preclude food production. We want to address [food security] by using nature-based solutions."”

3. Harnessing ‘invisible forests in plain view’ to reforest the world

“[… T]he degraded land contained numerous such stumps with intact root systems capable of regenerating themselves, plus millions of tree seeds hidden in the soil, which farmers could simply encourage to grow and reforest the landscape[….] Today, the technique of letting trees resprout and protecting their growth from livestock and wildlife [… has] massive potential to help tackle biodiversity loss and food insecurity through resilient agroforestry systems. [… The UN’s] reported solution includes investing in land restoration, “nature-positive” food production, and rewilding, which could return between $7 and $30 for every dollar spent.”

4. California bars school districts from outing LGBTQ+ kids to their parents

“Gov. Gavin Newsom signed the SAFETY Act today – a bill that prohibits the forced outing of transgender and gay students, making California the first state to explicitly prohibit school districts from doing so. […] Matt Adams, a head of department at a West London state school, told PinkNews at the time: “Teachers and schools do not have all the information about every child’s home environment and instead of supporting a pupil to be themselves in school, we could be putting them at risk of harm.””

5. 85% of new electricity built in 2023 came from renewables

“Electricity supplied by renewables, like hydropower, solar, and wind, has increased gradually over the past few decades — but rapidly in recent years. [… C]lean energy now makes up around 43 percent of global electricity capacity. In terms of generation — the actual power produced by energy sources — renewables were responsible for 30 percent of electricity production last year. […] Along with the rise of renewable sources has come a slowdown in construction of non-renewable power plants as well as a move to decommission more fossil fuel facilities.”

6. Deadly cobra bites to "drastically reduce" as scientists discover new antivenom

“After successful human trials, the snake venom antidote could be rolled out relatively quickly to become a "cheap, safe and effective drug for treating cobra bites" and saving lives around the globe, say scientists. Scientists have found that a commonly used blood thinner known as heparin can be repurposed as an inexpensive antidote for cobra venom. […] Using CRISPR gene-editing technology […] they successfully repurposed heparin, proving that the common blood thinner can stop the necrosis caused by cobra bites.”

7. FruitFlow: a new citizen science initiative unlocks orchard secrets

“"FruitWatch" has significantly refined phenological models by integrating extensive citizen-sourced data, which spans a wider geographical area than traditional methods. These enhanced models offer growers precise, location-specific predictions, essential for optimizing agricultural planning and interventions. […] By improving the accuracy of phenological models, farmers can better align their operations with natural biological cycles, enhancing both yield and quality.”

8. July 4th Means Freedom for Humpback Whale Near Valdez, Alaska

“The NOAA Fisheries Alaska Marine Mammal Stranding Hotline received numerous reports late afternoon on July 3. A young humpback whale was entangled in the middle of the Port of Valdez[….] “The success of this mission was due to the support of the community, as they were the foundation of the effort,” said Moran. [… Members of the community] were able to fill the critical role of acting as first responders to a marine mammal emergency. “Calling in these reports is extremely valuable as it allows us to respond when safe and appropriate, and also helps us gain information on various threats affecting the animals,” said Lyman.”

9. Elephants Receive First of Its Kind Vaccine

“Elephant endotheliotropic herpesvirus is the leading cause of death for Asian elephants (Elephas maximus) born in facilities in North America and also causes calf deaths in the wild in Asia. A 40-year-old female received the new mRNA vaccine, which is expected to help the animal boost immunity[….]”

10. Conservation partners and Indigenous communities working together to restore forests in Guatemala

“The K’iche have successfully managed their natural resources for centuries using their traditional governing body and ancestral knowledge. As a result, Totonicapán is home to Guatemala’s largest remaining stand of conifer forest. […] EcoLogic has spearheaded a large-scale forest restoration project at Totonicapán, where 13 greenhouses now hold about 16,000 plants apiece, including native cypresses, pines, firs, and alders. […] The process begins each November when community members gather seeds. These seeds then go into planters that include upcycled coconut fibers and mycorrhizal fungi, which help kickstart fertilization. When the plantings reach about 12 inches, they’re ready for distribution.”

July 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[molinaskies]

What We Get Wrong About Dark Sonic

I find Dark Sonic incredibly interesting.

I’ve said this before, but Dark Sonic represents an overflow of Sonic’s negative emotions, the ones he usually suppresses: anger, sadness, and fear.

However, many people believe that Dark Sonic is somehow a betrayal of Sonic as a character (even Ian Flynn, reportedly, but I’ve yet to see an official source). Sonic is meant to be a beacon of optimism. Sonic is meant to be the pillar of hope when all else fails. Sonic is meant to be the last one standing, no matter what.

In this sense, sure, Dark Sonic contradicts the notion that Sonic is “uncorruptable,” but I think that depends on how we define corruption.

I see it two ways:

1) Corruption by way of losing faith, through dishonesty and fraud. 2) Corruption by way of a forceful shift from one state of being to another.

In the first sense, corruption occurs when someone’s paradigm is shifted through lies, cheating, or manipulation. It’s a conscious mental shift. In the second sense, corruption occurs when something (or someone) is co-opted and changed without its will or influence, like data corruption, or a shift in the meaning of a word or image. It’s a literal, physical and/or metaphysical shift.

There’s a saying that floats around the fandom that says, “Shadow is just ‘Sonic, if Sonic had one really bad day’,” and I think that makes sense. Shadow is jaded and cynical because of how the world has hurt him, but he still wants to do right by people—just like Sonic. What separates Sonic from Shadow, however, is Sonic’s tenant optimism and positive paradigm. Without those differences, Sonic has endless reasons to be as cynical as Shadow, or even more so.

So, Sonic doesn’t let himself feel those feelings for very long, and especially not when other people are around. He pours everything into a clean, neat bottle, with a tight screw-on cap, right?

What happens when something tampers with that bottle?

Dark Sonic is a forceful corruption of body but not of mind. Let’s talk about it.

How Dark Sonic Works

What I think people misunderstand most about Dark Sonic is that it’s not an intentional state of being. It never was.

Dark Sonic is the polar opposite to Super Sonic, which is achieved when Sonic harnesses the positive energy of the Chaos Emeralds. If Sonic wanted to harness the power of the emeralds for the wrong reasons and his heart accessed the negative energy rather than the positive, he could possibly bring about Dark Sonic willingly. This, however, would likely never happen because that is the betrayal of Sonic’s character that everyone worries about.

That said, the only reason Dark Sonic ever appears is because of a mix of Sonic’s pure rage over Black Narcissist physically assaulting Chris and Cosmo and the presence of hundreds of the Metarex’s fake Chaos Emeralds, which possess an aura clearly shown to impact Sonic and make him ill.

Sonic’s first interaction with negative Chaos energy from the fake emeralds is filled with discomfort and even disgust. Sonic reacting to the negative Chaos energy poorly is critical, as it showcases that it’s seeking him out, not vice versa.

When Sonic was as triggered as he was, the negative energy from the fakes harnessed his emotions and corrupted him. It was a complete, freak accident.

This situation is very similar to Darkspine Sonic, the in-game equivalent to Dark Sonic from Sonic and the Secret Rings. Darkspine Sonic only surfaces when Sonic is severely triggered after Shahra starts to betray him, Erazor Djinn murders her (she sacrifices herself for Sonic), and he sees Erazor Djinn’s final form about to destroy the storybook world. In his shock and anger, the Secret Rings of Sadness, Rage, and Hate target him, painfully turning him into Darkspine Sonic. Once again, external energies corrupt him at the height of his emotional vulnerability.

Sonic never seeks out the negative energy of the Chaos Emeralds because his heart is good. When the negative energy seeks him out in such overwhelming waves, it corrupts his abilities, alters them, and pulls them out to play.

But—

If it’s simply a matter of fake Chaos Emeralds, then why can Sonic use Tails’ fake Chaos Emerald in Sonic Adventure 2 without any problems? I posit this to the fact that Tails might have a better understanding of the balanced nature of the Chaos Emeralds (in that they are powered by both good and evil), while Eggman and Dark Oak have only ever used (or desired to use) the Chaos Emeralds for evil.

Recall Eggman’s laser at the beginning of Sonic Unleashed and Perfect Chaos in Sonic Adventure. Both uses of the chaos emeralds drained them of their power—their negative power, that is. (Albeit through different means based on the lore of each game), Sonic is still able to restore and harness the emeralds’ power because he relies on the positive energy of the emeralds. As intelligent as he is, I imagine that Eggman (as well as the Metarex) has a hard time replicating the intricate nature and balance of the Chaos Emeralds because their hearts are filled with hatred and turmoil, so unwilling to heed the perspectives of others. The power is there, sure, but not the heart.

~Chaos is power. Power is enriched by the heart~

Tikal's Prayer

I think the difference between Tails’ fake emerald and every other fake emerald we’ve seen in canon is marked by the fact that both Eggman’s and the Metarex’s fakes disintegrate after excessive use (i.e., Chaos Control), but Tails’ fake remains intact.

The Metarex's emerald disintegrates upon excessive use

Eggman's fake emeralds can't hold their form upon excessive use

Tails' fake emerald is intact and ultimately used to stop the Eclipse Canon from firing

In short, Tails’ emerald is simply a better fake, more accurate to the originals.

also, I refuse to talk about how dumb it is that Sonic was able to use a fake Chaos Emerald to do Chaos Control for the first time. However, it is canon, and therefore relevant to my point.

Another key problem cited in Sonic X is just how many fake emeralds there are. One emerald pales in comparison to hundreds. Sonic feels all the latent negative energy consume him because that energy is a corruption, itself.

It’s not that Sonic gets so angry that he just gives in to darkness, it’s that darkness captures him when he’s in extreme emotional distress and his guard is down. Dark Sonic is the result of negative, unstable, potent Chaos energy clinging to him, using his latent Chaos powers as a vessel when he least expects it and, thus, is powerless against it.

I think I can best prove this by contrasting Dark Sonic with Sonic’s other intimate encounter with darkness…

Sonic Unleashed, Dark Gaia, and the Werehog

I’ve spoken at length about this game and this specific scene, already, so kindly forgive my hyper-brief summary this time around!

When Dark Gaia’s “weight issues” cause its essence to disperse around the globe, many people fall influence to Dark Gaia’s despair, losing faith and hope in the world. Nothing like the influences of Chaos energy, but enough of an influence that much of the world feels it. A core aspect of the game’s plot is that Sonic, distinctly, does not. In the cutscene No Reason, Sonic asks Chip why he stays the same despite the darkness inside his heart while so many others change at night. Chip answers simply, saying that Sonic’s too strong to lose himself and that part of his good will is because he never doubts himself, even when he’s on his own.

The difference is that while Sonic undergoes a physical transformation, he never loses faith or gives up hope—made especially clear by the fact that Professor Pickle, once as hopeful as Sonic, eventually does lose hope.

Also key to note that Amy also never loses hope.

Unleashed is just another fun, high-stakes adventure for Sonic; there’s never a moment where he’s aggressively triggered by something or when his personal morals are ever tainted. Irritated, maybe. Flustered, even. Never at a loss. The closest we see Sonic come to this is when he loses the werehog form to Dark Gaia before the final battle. He falls to his knees, worn and exhausted, and tells Chip to run because he doesn’t want him to get caught up in the mess. Yet even then he’s not giving up.

That’s why Sonic’s heightened emotional state is so important to the conversation. When Sonic’s will is intact, he’s much stronger, but when he’s triggered by something and his defences are down, it’s much easier for corrupting forces around him to take hold.

Mind over Matter

Even with the parameters for Dark Sonic’s appearance established, something that stands out to me about Sonic’s encounters with dark energies, and something I see as additional evidence that Dark Sonic is only a literal, physical corruption and not a corruption of his paradigm, is that Sonic is still in control of himself—to an extent.

Even as he seethes in his amplified rage, Dark Sonic never inflicts harm on the innocent. After Gold and Silver are destroyed, it’s not expressly clear if Sonic intends to stop or fight Black Narcissist, but Eggman implies that Sonic was fighting Gold and Silver until there was quite literally nothing left. Sonic was given a target to attack, and he kept his focus there, even when other enemies presented themselves.

This also goes for the Werehog and Darkspine Sonic.

He also has the mind to listen to reason—from Eggman, of all people—and stop when it’s clear that he’s finished what he set out to do. Sonic channels his anger to where it needs to be, and it’s clear that Sonic’s moral code and paradigm on life are thoroughly intact.

The only thing that changes is that he’s no longer imposing his usual limits. Sonic is stupidly powerful, even without any power ups. If he ever wanted to kill Eggman, he would have by now. If he ever wanted to kill anyone, he would have by now (and technically, he has).

Sonic throws Erazor Djinn's lamp into a pit, never to resurface, effectively trapping him and ending his livelihood indefinitely.

However, Sonic holds back because he doesn’t want to be an arbiter of justice—he doesn’t want to deprive someone’s chance to be good unless it’s been clear that they cannot be redeemed.

Why I Care About This

It is no secret that I believe that Sonic is a highly emotional character—far more emotional than many give him credit for. It bears repeating that Sonic’s emotions are very big and can be cataclysmic when left unchecked…

…but that’s just part of growing up—growing up as a hero and, damn it, even just a kid.

Dark Sonic isn’t a case of Sonic giving himself to darkness, nor is it a perversion of Sonic’s character. It’s an energetic, chaotically-charged version of Sonic when he is at his angriest—and even then it’s not enough to change his morals or make him lash out unjustly.

Dark Sonic is cathartic, in a way, and I definitely think it deserves its place in canon.

[gardenladysworld]

Starbound hearts

Status: I'm working on it

Pairings: Neteyam x human!f!reader

Aged up characters!

Genre/Warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious characters, light angst, hurt/comfort, pining

Summary: In the breathtaking, untamed beauty of Pandora, two souls from different worlds find themselves drawn together against all odds. Neteyam, the dutiful future olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya clan, is bound by the expectations of his people and the traditions of his ancestors. She, a human scientist with a love for Pandora’s wonders, sees herself as an outsider, unworthy of the connection she craves.

Tags: @nerdylawyerbanditprofessor-blog, @ratchetprime211, @poppyseed1031, @redflashoftheleaf

Part 9: To see

Part 10: To touch

The outpost was quiet, the hum of its systems a familiar background noise as you sat on your bed, staring at the data pad in your hands. The words on the screen blurred as your mind wandered, far from the plant samples and bioluminescent analyses you’d been reviewing. A sigh escaped you, and you set the pad down, leaning back against the wall just to massage your tired eyes.

A soft knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. One of the younger scientists, Brian, stood there, a boyish grin on his face and a bottle tucked under his arm.

“Hey,” he said, his voice light and cheerful. “We’re having a little... gathering in the lounge. You should come.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “A gathering?”

“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “Just the xenobotany team. Some drinks, some laughs. Maybe a game of truth or dare. You know, good, old-fashioned bonding. Kate said you’d be too boring to come, so... prove her wrong?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the mention of Kate’s teasing. “I don’t know, Brian. I’ve got—”

“Come on,” he interrupted, flashing a pleading look. “We’ve been stuck on this rock for years. You deserve a little fun. Just an hour, I promise. And if it’s lame, you can leave. Please?” he looked at you, clasping his hands together in mock begging. “We need you to balance out the chaos. You’re the only one who can keep Kate from going rogue.”

A small laugh escaped you despite yourself, and you shook your head. “Fine. But only because I love you guys,” you said, a wry smile tugging at your lips.

Brian pumped a fist in victory. “Yes! You won’t regret it. Promise.”

You doubted that, but you followed him to the common area.

The rec room was buzzing with laughter and chatter when you arrived. The team had rearranged the furniture to form a loose circle, and a makeshift table in the center held a few half-empty bottle of some kind of cheap Earth alcohol. Kate was perched on the edge of the couch, mid-story, her hands gesturing animatedly as the others listened, their faces alight with amusement.

“And then,” Kate was saying, barely able to contain her laughter, “the harness snaps, and poor Tim is dangling upside down, yelling, ‘This isn’t in the manual!’”

The room erupted into laughter, and even you couldn’t help but chuckle as you slipped into an open seat. Kate waved you over, patting the seat beside her. “There’s my favorite hermit. I was starting to think you’d forgotten how to socialize.”

You rolled your eyes, settling into the chair. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Norm passed you a cup, his smile warm. “Glad you could make it. It’s been a while since we’ve all just... hung out.”

Max, sitting across from you, raised his own cup in agreement. “Cheers to that.”

You smiled, taking an empty seat beside her as Norm handed you a cup. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing yet,” Norm said, leaning back with a smirk. “Just the usual chaos. Kate was just regaling us with her latest embarrassing memory.”

“Not embarrassing,” Kate corrected, pointing at him. “Hilarious. There’s a difference.”

Kate leaned in, smirking. “You know, back when Brian tried to impress a Na’vi by speaking their language and accidentally proposed marriage instead.”

Brian groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “I knew that story would come up.”

The room erupted into laughter, and even you couldn’t help but join in. The alcohol was cheap and burned going down, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. You let yourself relax as the conversation flowed, each story more ridiculous than the last.

You found a seat on one of the armchairs, sipping your drink as the conversation flowed around you. Kate was in rare form, regaling everyone with stories from her trainee days. One particularly ridiculous tale involved her accidentally gluing herself to a desk during a safety demonstration, and the room erupted in laughter as she acted out the scene.

The mood was light, the banter easy, and for the first time in days, you felt a little of the tension in your chest ease. You let yourself laugh, even chiming in with a few quips as the stories grew wilder. The alcohol loosened tongues and lightened moods, and before long, someone suggested playing truth or dare.

As the laughter died down, Brian leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Okay, okay,” he said. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

Kate groaned. “Brian, you live for this, don’t you?”

“You know it,” he replied. “Come on, who’s first?”

The game started innocently enough, with silly dares and harmless truths. Tyler dared Norm to eat an entire spoonful of powdered coffee, which resulted in a coughing fit that left everyone in stitches. Max was asked to confess the worst grade he’d ever gotten during his training, and he sheepishly admitted to failing a chemistry quiz because he’d confused sulfur and silicon.

The game picked up quickly, the cheap alcohol loosening everyone’s inhibitions and making even the most reserved members of the team lean into the fun. Brian, one of the younger members of the xenobotany team, was practically bouncing in his seat, grinning mischievously as he leaned forward.

“Alright, let’s start this properly,” Brian declared, scanning the room. His gaze landed on Kate first. “Kate! Truth or dare?”

Kate rolled her eyes but smirked. “Truth. Let’s ease into this disaster, shall we?”

Brian grinned. “What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever said to a superior?”

Kate didn’t even hesitate. “Oh, easy. I once called the lead botanist ‘Plant Daddy’ by accident. To his face.”

The room burst into laughter, Max nearly choking on his drink. “Please tell me he responded to that,” he managed between gasps.

“Oh, he did,” Kate replied, her voice dry. “He said, ‘I prefer Dr. Grant.’ I think I wanted to crawl under the nearest microscope and die.”

As the laughter died down, Kate rubbed her hands together and turned to Norm. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

Norm raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of his drink before replying. “Dare.”

Kate’s grin widened. “Alright, I dare you to chug this entire cup without making a face.”

Norm glanced down at his half-filled cup of the questionable alcohol, then shrugged. “Please. I’ve survived worse.”

The group cheered him on as Norm tipped the cup back and drained it in one go. He managed to keep a straight face for about two seconds before his entire body shuddered, and he sputtered, coughing as the burn hit him.

“Oh, god,” he choked out, his face scrunching up as everyone roared with laughter. “What is this? Paint thinner?”

“Close enough,” Brian said, grinning triumphantly. “But hey, you tried.”

“Alright, Brian,” Norm said once the chaos subsided, pointing a finger at him. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Brian said confidently, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin.

Norm tilted his head thoughtfully. “If you could switch jobs with anyone here, who would it be and why?”

Brian grinned. “Obviously Max. Then I could slack off and call it ‘management.’”

Max held a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Excuse me! My job is integral to this team.”

“Integral to keeping your chair warm,” Kate quipped, and the room dissolved into laughter again as Max threw up his hands.

“Okay, your turn,” Max said, leaning forward with a grin turning toward you.

“Truth”

„What’s the cringiest thing you’ve ever done at the Omaticaya village?”

Everyone turned to look at you expectantly, and you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “My Na’vi talking skills aren’t enough cringe for you?” you tried to deflect.

“Nope,” Kate said, grinning wickedly. “Spill.”

You sighed, setting your cup down. “Fine. It was maybe... my fifth visit? I was trying to joke around with Lo’ak. So I... uh... I threatened to touch him all over his body with my creepy tiny human hands.”

The room erupted into laughter, Max nearly spilling his drink as he doubled over. “You didn’t!” Kate gasped, clutching her stomach.

„Oh, I did!”

“Lo’ak must have been mortified,” Norm said, grinning.

“He was!” you said, laughing along with them. “He jumped back like I’d just threatened to poison him.”

As the laughter died down, you felt a warmth settle in your chest. For a moment, the weight of everything—the pressure, the uncertainty—felt lighter. Here, surrounded by friends and laughter, you let yourself forget the complications of your heart and simply enjoy the moment.

*Flashback – 3 years ago*

The soft hum of the transport reverberated through your feet as you stepped off with Norm and Max. You adjusted your exo-mask out of habit, even though the fit was perfectly snug, the air filters working as seamlessly as ever. Pandora's lush, living expanse stretched before you, the vibrant greens and soft bioluminescent glows making your heart swell with awe—as they always did. No matter how many times you visited the Omaticaya village, the sight of it never failed to take your breath away.

You spotted Kiri and Lo’ak bounding toward you, their movements fluid and full of energy. Their excitement was contagious, and you smiled widely as they greeted you with playful enthusiasm. Kiri reached you first, grabbing your hand and tugging you forward as if you might bolt. Lo’ak, always the charmer, grinned his signature mischievous smile and gave a mock bow.

“Back to grace us with your presence, huh?” he teased.

“Of course,” you replied, smiling. “Who else would put up with you?”

Their laughter was warm, and you found yourself relaxing despite the faint nervousness that always accompanied these visits. You tried not to think about the towering figure lingering near the entrance of the Sully family kelku. You knew he was watching—he always was. Neteyam had a way of observing from a distance that set your pulse racing for reasons you refused to examine too closely.

As you approached, your eyes flicked toward him briefly, catching the faint light in his golden gaze. He stood tall and composed, his arms crossed over his chest, every inch the stoic warrior. Something about his presence was magnetic, grounding even, and yet it left you feeling like your balance might slip if you got too close. You quickly shifted your focus back to Kiri, letting her lead you inside the family’s home.

The interior was warm and inviting, the bioluminescent patterns on the walls casting soft light across the space. You marveled at the woven tapestries and carefully crafted furnishings, each piece an extension of the forest itself. The air was filled with the subtle scent of wood and earth, calming and alive.

“These are beautiful,” you said, your fingers brushing over a hanging tapestry. The texture was rough but intricate, the patterns telling stories you could only begin to understand. “Did you make these, Kiri?”

Kiri’s face lit up with pride. “Some of them. Others are my mother’s. She’s incredible at weaving.”

“She is,” you said, your admiration genuine. “I could never do something this delicate.”

“Maybe I can teach you,” Kiri offered with a grin. “But you’d need to come here more often.”

Before you could respond, Lo’ak piped up, throwing an arm around Kiri’s shoulder. “She should. She’s already half-Na’vi, the way she’s always hanging around.”

Your cheeks warmed at his comment, but you laughed it off. “If that’s your way of inviting me, I’ll take it.”

Lo’ak smirked. “Anytime.”

Still, you couldn’t ignore the way Neteyam’s gaze lingered. You felt the weight of it even as he stayed silent near the wall, his posture relaxed but his presence undeniable. He always seemed to watch from the sidelines, and you often wondered what he thought. Did he see you as an interloper, an outsider trying too hard to fit into a world that wasn’t yours? Or did he feel the same pull that you did—the unspoken connection that hummed between you whenever he was near?

“Neteyam,” Kiri’s teasing voice cut through the quiet. “Are you just going to stand there like a statue?”

You glanced at him, your heart skipping as his golden eyes flicked toward you before quickly darting away. His ears twitched slightly, betraying his discomfort, and he straightened, clearing his throat.

“I am just... observing,” he said, his voice measured and steady.

Lo’ak grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. “Yeah, big bro. Observing her, more like.”

Your face flushed, but you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “Oh, come on, Neteyam,” you said, gesturing to him. “Sit with us. You’re making me nervous, standing there like that.”

For a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing your words. Then, slowly, he joined the circle, his movements deliberate. He sat a few feet away, keeping a respectful distance, but even from there, his presence felt all-encompassing. You tried not to let it affect you, focusing instead on Kiri and Lo’ak’s playful banter.

Your curiosity got the better of you as you turned to Kiri, her dark braids swaying as she laughed. “Can I touch your hair?” you asked tentatively. “It’s so intricate.”

“Of course,” Kiri replied, leaning forward. Her braids shimmered faintly in the soft light as you reached out, your fingers brushing over them with care. The texture was unlike anything you’d felt before—firm yet soft, a perfect harmony of the natural and the crafted.

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly, genuinely in awe. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Maybe you’ll have braids one day,” Kiri teased. “Then you can really fit in.”

Your laugh was light, but the idea lingered in your mind. You couldn’t help but glance at Neteyam as you spoke, wondering if he thought the same. Was he as curious about you as you were about him?

Kiri beamed, clearly delighted by your interest. “You humans have strange hair too,” she teased, her smile wide. “So light and... fluffy.”

You laughed at that, the sound soft and genuine. “I guess we do. It’s not nearly as beautiful as yours, though.”

Lo’ak snorted from where he was sprawled out nearby. “Kiri’s just showing off because her braids are better than mine.”

“Because I take care of them,” Kiri shot back, sticking her tongue out at him.

Their banter made you laugh again, the warm, musical sound filling the space. Being with them always felt so natural, so easy. You hadn’t expected to feel this level of comfort here, surrounded by a culture and people so different from your own. But with Kiri and Lo’ak, it was like you belonged, even if only for a little while.

Your curiosity was insatiable as you reached out to trace one of the dark blue stripes running along Kiri’s arm. The texture of her skin was fascinating—smooth yet firm, so different from your own. “Your stripes are so unique,” you murmured, your voice filled with wonder. “Do they mean anything?”

Kiri glanced at the lines on her arm, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. “Not really,” she said. “They’re just... us. Like fingerprints for humans, I guess.”

“That’s incredible,” you said softly, marveling at the intricate patterns that adorned her body. Each stripe seemed perfectly placed, as though painted by an artist’s hand. You couldn’t help but feel a deep admiration for the natural beauty of the Na’vi, a beauty that seemed to harmonize so effortlessly with the world around them.

Your gaze lingered on Kiri’s arm for a moment before curiosity tugged at you again. You turned slightly, your eyes falling on Neteyam. He was sitting quietly, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding. There was something about him that always made your heart flutter, a quiet intensity that drew you in no matter how hard you tried to resist.

You knelt in front of Neteyam, your heart racing as your hand hovered just inches from his arm. The stripes on his skin were mesmerizing, curving and twisting in intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with life. They weren’t just beautiful—they were a testament to the connection he had to this place, to Eywa, to the world you were still learning to understand.

You hesitated, your fingers twitching slightly. “Neteyam,” you said softly, your voice quieter than you intended. “May I...?”

He blinked, his golden eyes meeting yours, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. For a moment, you thought he might say no, but then he nodded, his expression calm though you could see the faintest flicker of something behind his eyes—curiosity, maybe, or something deeper.

Gently, you reached out, your fingertips brushing against his forearm. His skin was warm, the texture smooth yet firm, and you marveled at the way the stripes curved along the muscles of his arm. You let your fingers trace one of the lines, following it with careful precision, afraid to press too hard, as though he might pull away.

“Yours are different,” you murmured, your eyes flicking up to meet his for a brief moment before returning to his arm. “The way they curve here... it’s beautiful.”

You saw his ears twitch in response, a small movement that he probably thought went unnoticed. It didn’t. The little gestures, the way his tail swayed or his ears shifted, were all things you’d come to recognize. They spoke volumes, more than words ever could.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and your gaze shifted to his hand. “Your hands,” you said, leaning closer so you could see more closely. You reached out without thinking, gently taking his hand in yours. His hand dwarfed yours entirely, the sheer size of it fascinating. “You have four fingers,” you said, your tone soft with wonder. “Not five like Kiri and Lo’ak.”

“It’s... normal for most Na’vi,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. It was almost hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure why you found it so interesting.

You turned his hand slightly, your fingers brushing over the rough calluses on his palm. “They’re amazing,” you said softly, tracing one of the lines that ran along the base of his fingers. “So strong.”

He didn’t pull away, but his tail flicked behind him, and you noticed the way his shoulders seemed to tense ever so slightly. You felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if you were being too forward, but his lack of protest gave you the courage to continue.

“Does it feel different?” you asked, tilting your head as you compared his four fingers to your five. “Having four instead of five?”

“I wouldn’t know,” he replied, and you couldn’t help but notice how quiet his voice was. “I’ve never had five.”

You laughed softly, the sound breaking the quiet tension between you. “Fair enough,” you said, glancing up at him. His golden eyes were focused on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

Holding up your hand, you placed it against his, palm to palm. The difference in size was stark, his hand engulfing yours entirely. “It’s so big,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I knew it would be, but... wow.”

The moment hung in the air, your fingers lightly resting against his. You could feel his warmth, the steady strength of his hand beneath yours. Your gaze flicked up to his face, catching the faint color blooming on his cheeks, the way his ears twitched and his tail swayed more erratically.

“Look at him!” Lo’ak’s voice shattered the quiet moment, and you turned to see him grinning, pointing at Neteyam. “His tail’s going wild! Big bro’s flustered because of her tiny alien hands!”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and before you could think, you turned to Lo’ak, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. “Oh, so you want my tiny alien hands crawling up your body?” you teased, wiggling your fingers at him like claws.

Lo’ak’s grin vanished, his eyes widening in mock horror as he stumbled back. “No, no! Keep those creepy little hands away from me!”

Kiri burst into laughter, doubling over as she clutched her stomach. Even Neteyam, who had been so still and composed moments ago, let out a deep, rich laugh that sent warmth flooding through your chest. It was a sound you hadn’t heard often, and it made your heart ache in the best way.

You turned back to Neteyam, catching the way his laughter softened into a smile as he looked at you. His golden eyes sparkled in the dim light, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The teasing, the laughter, the noise—it all fell into the background. All that mattered was the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world.

Your own smile softened, and you felt a quiet joy settle in your chest. Neteyam had always been steady, composed, a figure of strength and responsibility. But here, in this moment, he was just... him. And it felt like a gift, one you hadn’t expected but cherished all the same.

You didn’t know what Eywa intended or where this path would lead, but as you watched him, you thought that maybe, just maybe, this was where you were meant to be.

Part 11: To ask

[urban-shade]

thinking about my sebastian headcanons this morning and something that I think about his personality is he is a really smart guy who is all about the details.

Like, him having a MILLION piercings while still human is one thing I feel like kinda fits in here, but his appearance while fish is also similarly quite accessorized. You really need to be dedicated to put on THAT many belts and bags (they're human body harnesses he stole, but still) As well as his overall fancy ass outfit. He cares quite a lot about looking nice.

We don't know how he got the outfit, but I assume he found the coat somewhere, modified a 3rd sleeve for it (you can see his hasty stitching..) and also made his jabot himself, mayybe found the undershirt as well.

In terms of how his detail-oriented nature affects his shop, I noticed that he likes posing his USB sticks

and then more generally, he chose to decorate his hideout with all these DNA containers (and various other objects)

and obviously, this is all just good set design from Zeal to make the shop look nice, but I like looking into things way too hard to glean some info about Seb's personality. We don't know the true Sebastian, we know the personality he puts on to talk to the EXR-P's, which IS him, but obviously he's hiding quite a lot.

He has an in-depth knowledge of the creatures in the Blacksite, he probably keeps his folders of documents very organized. Of course, he HAS to be like this for the game to.. work! But still, fun to think about. He's pouring over all the data he gets in his free time from the EXR-P's to try and find some little shreds of information that are good enough blackmail to get him out of there...

He's alsooo an engineer(sort of).. famously a career that kind of requires you to be pretty meticulous. I think its easy to not notice how smart of a guy he is, but it's a pretty major part of who he is! his poor college education.. all down the drain because someone framed him for murder...

and then like finally, this is also just straight up needed for the game to work as a game but still tells us more about Sebastian. He intentionally chose a keycard room for his shop to be in. He moved the keycard into his shop so most EXR-P's would NEED to come look at his wares to progress

[possesseddesiress]

Bass Drop: Body Swap

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

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Bass Drop: Body Swap (English Version) + Extended version

I hated my brother. He was five years older than me, and we were definitely polar opposites in every way. If you ever saw us on the street, I don't think you'd ever think we had any blood ties; and in personality, it was the same.

He was the typical athlete: big, strong, muscular and handsome, he had the girls at his feet and everything went well for him.

And on the other side was me. Thin, small, with geeky tastes and incredibly clumsy. He always used to tease me about my looks, making derogatory comments about how I looked like spaghetti or that without an ounce of muscle I was a girl. I was fed up, but what could I do? No doubt years and years of him teasing me had somehow made me get used to it all. Until the day the glass finally fell over.

— Please, Chris, I want to go to the concert, you know how much I love electronic music!

— I already told you no, shorty - my brother mumbled as he saw what clothes he would wear tomorrow for EDC.

One of the most important music concerts, and the one I wanted to go to with all my might. It was clear that I was a fan of the music, although I was also curious about the whole atmosphere there. The guys used to wear clothes so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, suspenders, bows, harnesses. It looked like a gay pride parade if you saw it up close, and I want to see it.

— You and your friends have an extra ticket! Let me go! Chris, please! - I begged him while he just ignored me.

— And that ticket we're going to sell, pff. How do you think we're going to pay for part of the other tickets? Reselling is good business.

— Then I'll pay you, sell it to me

I said, almost on the verge of despair. My brother stopped what he was doing, only to let out a mocking laugh in my face.

– You're not going, silly - he denied still laughing - not even mom and dad are going to let you go in the first place.

– Yes they will, just give me the ticket!

– No - he said sharply - I'm not going to sell it to you even if you give me extra money, this is only for real men, not wimps like you - he boasted. Widening his chest with mockery.

I could only press my lips together in anger before leaving his room to lock myself in mine. I felt so much annoyance, anger and rage at that moment, but what could I do? He was older and even worse. He would go to the concert.

Defeated, I sat on the bed. For a while I was crestfallen until I felt my cell phone buzz, I picked it up to see the loading screen, as if it had just updated. Once it was back to normal, I couldn't help but notice that there was a new app called "Possess".

I opened it right away, noticing the slightly odd interface and the app's instructions, "Possess whoever you want. Select the data."

There was a section to enter my data and the other person's data. I felt ridiculous, I even thought it was a virus, although curiosity called me to give it a try. I filled in both fields and clicked on the button that said "Own", it stayed loading.

And nothing happened in a minute, I clicked the button again to get the same result over and over again.

Annoyed, I threw my phone across the room, to close my eyes, tired and annoyed at not being able to go to the concert of my dreams.

The next morning, I felt very different. Heavy... yet strangely invigorated, I opened my eyes, confused as I looked around, I was no longer in my room but my brother's room. It smelled of sweat, there were sports posters, cars and so on on the walls, a typical sportsman's room. I stood up confused.

– Chris?... - I mumbled. Noticing my new baritone. I looked down, only to find my brother's big muscles that now seemed to be mine – Oh fuck!

I couldn't help but scream. I began to explore my new body, caressing my pecs and abs, my huge biceps. God, he was huge!

I smiled in satisfaction at my new body, I even felt the outline of my new member, my unhappy brother certainly got the best genes.

I was still lost in that exploration of myself, with my new smell, I think I could spend hours smelling myself... but then I remembered the concert, now I could go and there would be nothing to stop me!

Without waiting a second longer, I started getting dressed up for the festival, I would have liked to wear some revealing and tight fitting clothes on my older brother's body... but there was nothing in his closet that would stick to that fantasy, so I just put on some jogger pants, and a sweatshirt tied at the waist, I looked kind of silly.... But hey.

My brother's body was hot, who cared if he looked ridiculous, you better see the size of these pecs!

I also put on some sunglasses and painted my new body with neon paint. Once I was ready, I took my brother's car to go straight to the festival. I thought it would be hard to learn how to drive, but the moment I touched the steering wheel, it was like an automatic knowing it.

I felt a strange thrill akin to excitement as they scanned my ticket and let me in, the music booming loudly. There were thousands and thousands of people in outlandish costumes, dancing or just chatting.

My heart was pounding. For some reason, I felt small and misfit, even being in such a huge body; it wasn't long before several people started noticing me, and smiling at me.

They were looking at me. They were... Flirting? For some reason, that seemed to be an adrenaline rush to boost my confidence. I stuck out my chest in a self-centered way, moving through the crowd, smiling at the occasional guy who kept overlooking my body. Gosh... it felt so good to be this muscular.

The rest of the evening and day I did nothing but dance, listen to the music and admire my new attributes from time to time. Caressing my pecs, or feeling my arms.

Or my scent, it took all my willpower not to start sniffing and licking my armpits right there. Although, what if I did? Others would surely be attracted to all the acting of this body, after all, I now had the physique of a god.

I also loved to notice how other guys tried to flirt with me, carelessly squeezing my biceps or directly staying inches away from my lips with theirs, one even almost sniffed my armpit under the pretext that it was a joke!

The music was vibrating loudly, every now and then I would raise my arms to make them flex, seemingly dancing. Everything felt great, the attention, the music, the smell!

Believe it or not, so many guys dancing for hours on end really put a stink in the air. But fuck... It didn't bother me, I loved it. I could feel my brother's relief stiffen every time the smell hit my nose. Maybe my brother's body could be straight with him in control, but with me controlling him...

At first I tried to restrain myself and show "respect" to his body, it had already been crossing a boundary to have stolen the festival experience from him and become him. Although that feeling lasted for at least about 10 minutes before I remembered all the hell he was making me live through on a daily basis - 《 Fuck it, what does it matter if I do something that affects him? It's my turn to enjoy 》

I could feel the stares of several guys. Some muscular, others slim or with defined bodies, but they all shared one thing: They were ogling this body.

I smiled egocentrically, raised my arms to flex them, swelling my big, strong biceps. It was like making them drool.

Although in that process, I could smell something... heck. I forgot to put on deodorant. My brother had a very strong, musky, potent scent that immediately made me gasp when I smelled it. I lifted my armpit, and unable to contain myself any longer, I began to sniff and lick it, enjoying the stench of my new body.

This seemed to disgust some of the guys, but others were even more interested by this act. In a matter of mere seconds, I had at least seven guys of all complexions surrounding me, taking a bit of advantage of the darkness in the area to move their hands all over my muscles.

One was on my relief, another took my pecs, another my buttocks, even my arms and abdomen, it was as if no inch of my body was left unattended.

But, hey... This body belongs to a god. And it deserves to be worshipped. So if they want to play, let them play. I don't give a fuck if someone records and they notice my "brother" behaving like this. It's my body now. And if I want him to be addicted to flexing his arms and smelling his own scent, so be it.

I closed my eyes, lost in all that adrenaline until I heard a familiar voice.

–Chris?!?

Shit. I opened my eyes quickly to meet the gaze of Mauricio, one of my brother's best friends, I was about to get nervous. But I preferred to put on an indifferent and cold face.

– Sup, bro? - I lifted my armpits a little more so that my new admirers would continue in despair. Which caused commotion in the guy.

Mauricio was certainly cute, a little dark, strong and huge... and apparently his suit left nothing to the imagination, he didn't even look like one of those typical "straight" suits that were simply a sport shirt. He was wearing a denim suit, tight and flashy. He looked so good...

– What the fuck, dude? You didn't answer your cell phone for hours! And what are you doing!

He clearly looked upset, but I just smiled arrogantly at him.

– Well, I had other plans. Sorry I didn't call, I guess. Don't be so dramatic - I let out a deep laugh.

– Are you on drugs? What's wrong with you? Hey! What with Samantha!?

Ah, so that's the name of the new girl my brother has a crush on, interesting to know now.

– Nah, bro. I'm completely lucid, and I don't know. I think I like men more now - I smiled –And from what I see, maybe you do too.

I lowered my gaze, pointing to the relief forming on his face. The sportsman immediately covered himself up; I was loving the whole performance, although it seemed that my new admirers got bored because little by little they ended up dispersing until there were none left.

I took advantage of that to shorten the distance, immediately approaching to cling to his contour.

– Bro! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

– I don't know, dude. Maybe I realized that you are very hot - I murmured to finally kiss him with intensity, it was inconclusive until he ended up kissing me again. I felt how he grabbed me by the waist to stick me to him.

– Chris... - he murmured panting. I moved closer to him to lift his armpit and start sniffing it, it smelled even better than my brother's...

– What? - I said still nonchalantly.

All that adrenaline was taking me through the roof, I could feel the outline of my brother's armpit against his underwear and leave it a little damp. I didn't care if it ruined his friendship with Mauricio, if his other friends or his social circle found out. Fuck, if his college found out about all this, even better.

God, it's so cool to be my big brother!

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[fbfh]

Unfortunately you've infected me with the brain worm of Tony Stark with a teeny tiny baby. Please give me more, Supreme Leader 🙏🙏

I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO. first of all Tony is the CE-MOTHERFUCKING-O of baby wearing. he for shit sure really tried to reinvent the wheel there for a while, he kept making up new schematics and prototypes that were all equally (incredibly) safe, and pretty much exclusively based whether or not they’re “good” on how you reacted. If you got fussy or squirmy or started crying, that thing went STRAIGHT into the reject pile. But if you just kind of chilled - or even better, slept - that’s how he decided who the finalists were.

Eventually he landed on a pretty straight forward - granted, very ergonomic, soft, breathable, somehow antibacterial, uv protective, incredibly soft, temperature regulated - model he whipped up that’s part baby wrap part harness/chest carrier. And after about 45 minutes of use, he realized he… probably could have bought a nearly identical one online. But he’s still glad he did it, because even though the improvements over the ones on the market are very subtle, they’re incredibly important to him. Because that’s one more little way that he’s taking care of you. 

He also will FULLY rig up Jarvis to orchestrate Dum-e and Butterfingers to help him out with those late night feedings. Jarvis monitors your sleep cycles, breathing, oxygen levels, movement, all that stuff. And Jarvis can tell you’re going to wake up before you do. So the moment Tony hears you start fussing (also let’s be real, most nights he probably falls asleep in his workshop with you in a little bassinet) he’s up. No question, no hesitation. And the moment he’s up, Dum-e and Butterfingers are already gliding over with a warm, perfectly prepared bottle and a clean fresh diaper. I can just hear him talking to Pepper like, “yeah, I’m really planning on streamlining this whole newborn phase.” Pepper has… low expectations on that working, if she’s being honest. But she’s actually pleasantly surprised at how well Tony is adapting to being your dad. 

Also you know how a lot of scientific articles have said that the reason breastfeeding is “better” formula is because when a baby breastfeeds, their saliva goes into the mother’s nipple so her body can make milk with whatever nutrients the baby needs? Yeah Tony hacked that too. He has what he jokingly has dubbed the Baby Breathalyzer. He also designed it with a pacifier nib at the top so it’s not just easy for him to use, it’s comfortable and soothing for you. Again, this man thinks of EVERYTHING. So once he gets a reading, the data is sent over to another thing he made that will basically custom make add ons to your formula powder. So any nutrients or vitamins or antibodies or anything else you could possibly need, he will ensure you have. It’s also able to tell him ahead of time when you might be starting to get sick or get a sniffle so he can act accordingly. It doesn’t make him less worried about you, but preparing ahead of time makes it a little easier on him, and by proxy, on you. 

Also, he’s probably still CEO at this point, so you’d better BELIEVE that all Stark Industries meetings not only begin with a scan to make sure no one is sick, no one has any tobacco, or second hand smoke, or alcohol, or anything else that could be harmful to you on them, a full head to toe decontamination mist with evaporating body safe antibiotic spray in a sterilization checkpoint, and a lot of hand sanitizer. But he also has a new feature in all of his meetings. Lights have to be kept reasonably dim, and there’s a hovering holographic decibel counter in the middle of the table. One of the other things he asked Jarvis to track was when you started crying and what was going on around you, that way he could figure out if there was anything in your environment that upset you. In doing so, he figured out you hate the texture of microfiber, you seem pretty terrified of bananas in pajamas, and exactly how loud people can talk before it’s too loud for you little ears. So in every meeting, Tony ensures that all the other executives and managers and department heads and whoever else he’s meeting with keep things comfortable for you while you babble and teeth on pens and snooze on his chest. 

Also when you get big enough to start walking????? He is so proud and a little heartbroken because he already misses having you in his arms all the time. But he knows that no matter how big his precious little baby gets, you will never be too big for him to carry you. 

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW HILARIOUS THIS MAN IS. He will literally be like "ooh, I don't know about that. Let me confer with my executive consultant." he turns to you and whispers while you baby babble up at him, nodding.

"... well, you heard the kid. That's gonna be a no go."

[writing-until-i-drop]

What's In A Name? Chapter Five

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: Meg has to make a very interesting phone call...

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Previous Chapter

Meg woke up with Tyler curled around her, his heavy arm draped over her waist, a large hand splayed across her stomach, keeping her tight against him. It had been the best night of sleep of her life and she stubbornly gave credit to the softness of Boone’s shirt for it. She carefully slipped out of his hold and down the ladder.

At some point, the Wranglers had driven the camper and the rest of their vehicles to a different motel and they were all gathered up outside, bundled in blankets, sitting around an extinguished fire. Boone was the first to notice her, popping out of his chair to hug her tightly, rocking her back and forth.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Doc, and thank you, thank you, for keeping T safe.” The rest of the Wranglers were quick to join in on the hug, even Ben after she heard the shutter of his camera. Meg almost started crying from the sheer amount of love surrounding her, feeling at home again in Oklahoma for the first time in five years. “You hungry, Doc?”

“Starvin’,” Her stomach growled in agreement.

“I’ll rustle something up,” Boone patted her on the shoulder. “Also, do your parents watch our streams?” She nodded. “They were name-dropping you something fierce in the chat last night, asking for updates if you were okay.” Of course, they had. Meg knew better than to think it was just her dad demanding answers in the chat.

“The whole crew’s probably at my parent’s house debating whether they should drive out here.” She shook her head with a huff of laughter. “Dex, can I borrow your phone? I don’t know what happened to mine.” He obliged and she dialed the house phone, putting it on speaker.

“Harding’s phone,” Rabbit picked up. “Meggy, this you?” Dexter’s mouth fell open, putting all the pieces together faster than the rest.

“Yeah, it’s me. Y’all can stop freaking out, all limbs are accounted for and in working order.” 

“Bill, Jo, guys, it’s Meggy!” 

“Meggy, honey,’ Preacher’s voice was the next on the line. “You scared us half to death.” 

“Margaret Marie Harding,” Her mom shouted into the receiver. “Have you lost your damn mind?” Meg cringed,

“Mama, I’m just following in dad’s footsteps.” There were shouts of “The Extreme” in the background. “Also, y’all might be on speaker with the Tornado Wranglers.” 

“Holy shit, Meggy,” That was Beltzer.

“We’re big fans,” And that was Haynes. The Wranglers were watching her with amused and star-struck looks. Ben, thankfully, was the first to recover.

“Your daughter is quite remarkable.” 

“And alive,” Boone added, giving Meg a thumbs up that she returned, mouthing good job.

“We’re glad to hear it. Hi, Pumpkin.” 

“Hiya, dad. Did you want that mug of yours signed? Pretty sure I can swing it.” 

“Dani, get the man a mug!” Dexter pushed a laughing Dani towards the camper where Tyler still slept. The Wranglers and the original team energetically traded exclamations of excitement and amusement that Meg had kept her last name a secret for so long. That was until her mama started shouting again. 

“I don’t want you anywhere near a tornado unless you’re harnessed  in, do you understand me, young lady?” 

“Mama, please, you’re embarrassing me.” 

“Let me talk to Dexter,” Jo demanded. “He seems like the only responsible one.” Meg didn’t argue, taking her mom off speaker and handing the phone to Dexter.

“Yes, ma’am?” There was a shout of her name from inside the camper, signaling to everyone that Tyler had woken up to an empty bed.  The Wranglers snickered at her, Lily giving her a good-natured shove to the shoulder. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll make sure of it.” 

Tyler came stumbling out of the camper, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, a grinning Dani right behind him with a mug and a marker in either hand.

“Where’s Meg?” 

“That’s Meg Harding to you, Ty,” Lily teased and Tyler’s eyes went wide. “Yup, your girlfriend’s the daughter of storm-chasing legends.” Meg flushed, hoping her parents hadn’t heard that. Tyler looked at her, dumbstruck.

“Your parents are…”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit,” Tyler ran a hand through his already chaotic hair. “You’re a-,” He pointed at her, “Your parents are-” Meg nodded. “Holy shit.” 

“My parents are big fans of your channel, Ty.” She saw the moment Tyler’s brain fully stopped functioning, giggling. 

“I need coffee,” Tyler’s shoulders slumped. He sat down in Boone’s abandoned seat beside Meg, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, like he was afraid she’d run off on him. Meg squeezed back. “Who’s he talking to?”

“My family.” Meg could get used to surprising the hell out of Tyler, laughing at the startled look on his face.

“Doc, Rabbit wants to talk to you.” Dexter jogged the phone over. “Can I meet your parents?” He whispered and Meg nodded, rolling her eyes with a smile.

“What’s up?” 

“Don’t let your mom fool you, Meggy. She’s giddy as hell you’re chasing again.” Meg knew that in her heart but the reassurance made her smile. “Also, we’re betting on how long it takes you to ride the cowboy. Don’t tell your dad.”

“Rabbit!” Meg shrieked, slapping a hand over her mouth. She glanced over at the sleepy man beside her who didn’t seem to have heard what Rabbit said. Meg was going to turn that man into rabbit stew the next time she saw him.

“Blame Haynes, her idea.” 

“Don’t blame me, blame Joey!” 

“She knows damn well it wasn’t me, it was definitely Lawrence.” Could they get any more embarrassing? She felt like she was fifteen again, listening to the group place bets on how her first date would go.

“Guuuuyyyyysss. Can you please just put my dad on the phone?” There was a brief shuffle.

“Hey, Pumpkin. What was Rabbit saying?” 

“Nothing, just being annoying. She glanced at her blonde cowboy, getting a mischievous idea. “Tyler’s here if you want to talk to him, he’s a fan of yours.” She giggled at the look on his face. “Well, you talk, he’ll hyperventilate.” 

“Be nice to that boy,” Her dad scolded playfully. “I’ve got fifty bucks on you marrying him.” 

“Oh my God, that’s so much worse!” She wanted to disappear into thin air. Tyler took the outstretched phone.

“This is Tyler Owens, sir.” Tyler sat up straighter in his seat, running a hand through his bed head.

Boone came jogging back to the group, holding a 7/11 bag above his head.

“I got you coffee, a muffin, and a burrito.” Giving Tyler’s hand one last squeeze, Meg went to collect her breakfast, thanking the man with a kiss on the cheek. “Dani said you take lots of cream and sugar.” Meg looked at the woman who shrugged,

“I guessed.” 

“You guessed right, Sweet Thing. Thanks again, Boonie Baby,” She gave him another kiss on the cheek before going back to her seat. Meg kept the burrito, passing Tyler the blueberry muffin.

“Yes, sir. No, sir,” Meg couldn’t help but wonder what her dad was asking him, nibbling on the corner of the lukewarm burrito. Bean and cheese, nice. “No, she didn’t tell us her last name.” Tyler chuckled, “Yes, sir. I’m starting to understand that.” He paused, eyes going wide. Meg shifted in her chair, letting her legs fall across Tyler’s lap. He rested a hand on her knee and Meg couldn’t help but think that she could do this every morning, sitting there, admiring Tyler’s stubbled jaw line while the rest of the Wranglers joked around with each other. “I’d be honored but first we’ve got to go find Kate, yes, sir. Sapulpa.” He tapped her knee, “Here, darlin’.” He passed the phone, trading it for her coffee, his nose scrunching up. “I prefer black.”

“Not everything’s about you, Arkansas.” Tyler stuck his tongue out at her. “Hey, dad.” 

“You should marry that boy, Meg.” Her eyes cut to Tyler who was eyeing her back with a small smile on his face, making him even cuter than normal. 

“We’ll see, dad,” She sighed. “Gotta chase down my other half first. Now go feed the guys, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Pumpkin. Come home before you leave.”

“I will, should I bring Kate?” 

“And Tyler. Keep an eye on the sky, Pumpkin.” Meg hung up, mumbling through a mouthful of burrito.

“Trouble makin’ busy bodies, the whole group of ‘em.” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were Jo and Bill Harding’s daughter,” Her mom would have liked the way he put her name first. “No wonder you’ve got such good instincts.” 

“Get ‘em from my daddy.” Dani came over, presenting Tyler with the mug to sign.

“And here I didn’t think you could get any cooler, Meg,” Dani teased. “We gotta keep you around.” 

“Here here,” Boone raised his coffee in cheers. “T, buddy, don’t go fucking this up for us.” The Wranglers all added their agreement, making Meg laugh. She swiped the coffee back from Tyler, admonishing him for drinking more than half the cup if he didn’t like it. Then it hit her and she nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee. Lily had called her his girlfriend and neither she nor Tyler had corrected her. What the hell did that mean?

“Stop thinking so hard, darlin’.” Tyler squeezed her knee like he could read her mind. “Just enjoy the morning.” His hand moved up to her thigh as he kicked back in his chair to eat and she rested her hand on top of his, letting her attention fall to Boone and Dani as they teased Dexter for his fangirling. Ben started snapping pictures and Meg didn’t let herself worry about how she looked wearing borrowed clothes, eating a gas station burrito, mud from the night before still on her cheeks, with Tyler’s hand on her thigh.

Unlike when he was chasing, Tyler was an incredibly safe driver on the way to Sapulpa. Meg on the other hand was an incredibly unsafe passenger. She had the passenger seat pushed all the way back, her feet kicked up on the dash, and her boots abandoned on the floorboards.

Lily had lent her a pair of mismatched socks, one was striped and the other was dotted. They were both singing along to the country music blaring on the radio and Meg couldn’t remember a time she felt happier. And she was sad she had to ruin it.

“I should probably tell you what you’re gettin’ into before we get there, Ty.” Tyler turned off the radio, giving her as much attention as he could while driving.

“What, darlin’, you hiding a boyfriend from me in Sapulpa?” Meg snorted, she wished that’s all she had to confess. Instead, she held out her hands in front of her. Her fingertips were all kinked, not quite straight. They were also calloused and scarred, not only from chasing but from her time as a paramedic. Her favorite scar was one on the pad of her thumb, permanently messing up her fingerprints, from when she stuck herself with an EPI pen instead of the patient. 

“You ever notice how crooked my fingers are?” 

“I was a bull rider, healed breaks are normal to me.” She hummed at his non-answer, answer. 

“I met Kate in college and we became close, our friend Addy used to call us two shades of the same color. Always the same but slightly different.” Dandelion and Sunflower, shades of yellow, were her favorite comparison to make. She’d always make a joke about how they were happiest when the sun was hidden behind clouds, so they needed to be surrounded by bright colors. “Mama was her thesis advisor. There were six of us helping her with the research.” 

Meg let the tears roll down her cheeks without wiping them away.

“Parveen and Kate spearheaded the actual idea, Javi collected the data with Dorothy, Addy was there to take photos, Jeb,” She chuckled. “Jeb was just in love with Kate, so he’d follow her anywhere, and I was there to make sure no one got hurt. But they did.” She had spent a lot of time on her partner’s couch drinking and thinking about the situation, coming to grips with the fact that her EMT certification couldn’t have saved her friends that day. “Everything was going great and then an EF-5 came out of nowhere.” 

Tyler exhaled heavily, reaching out to rub her knee.

“We thought it was going to be an EF-1, maybe 2, so we didn’t have the good sense to be scared until it was too late.” 

“I’m sorry, Meg,” Tyler offered in sympathy. Because what the hell else do you say when someone’s telling a story like that?

“Our only hope was an underpass, which tells you how shit outta luck we were. Parveen couldn’t run so fast and was swept up first, then I fell and I dug my fingers into the dirt to hold on.” Her fingers and wrist ached at the memory, “I broke every single one of my fingers and debris shattered my wrist. While I was layin’ there, I heard Addy and Jeb fly away, screaming for their lives.” 

“Shit, Meg. That’s horrible,” She hummed in agreement.

“Kate survived of course but she won’t talk about it and Javi was in the follow vehicle. All he could do was watch as the tornado headed our way. To hear him tell it, it was the worst day of his life and it probably was.” The hurtful things Javi said the night before filtered through her mind, making her sick to her stomach. “Police officer found me and Kate stumbling along the highway, trying to get back to Javi, and took us to the hospital.” 

Meg took a long, deep breath. If things had gone differently that day, her life would have turned out a lot differently. She never would have moved, none of them would have.

“Kate ran away to New York, Javi joined the military, and I went to New Orleans. I was a wreck on the job but my partner Nick’s always had my back. You’d like him,” Nick was her rock, both on and off the job. “He took me to my first second line after one of our GSW patients, Tayvon, a fifteen-year-old kid, didn’t make it.” 

It had been her second week on the job, she had never been on the scene of a drive-by shooting before, there had been so much chaos and blood. They worked on him for a few minutes before they decided it was best to work while driving. Meg had still been an EMT, so Nick worked on Tayvon in the back of the rig while she drove through the busy streets like a bat out of hell. By the time they passed him off to the doctors, things were looking up.

  “To see everyone smiling through their tears and celebrating that kid’s life, it healed me more than anything else ever could. Everyone needs a Nick and Kate didn’t have one.” 

“I think I want to meet this Nick guy,” Tyler squeezed her knee, “Buy him a beer and thank him for taking care of you.” Meg chuckled, thinking about all of the embarrassing stories Nick would tell him about her.

“He’d buy you a beer, tryin’ to charm you into making me your problem instead of his.” 

“Be my problem, baby,” Tyler’s hand moved upwards to squeeze her thigh. Meg laid her hand over his, tears starting up again.

“I’m crying about my dead friends while you drive me to see my traumatized other half. Hate to say it, Sweetie Pie, but I think I’m already your problem.” Laughter filled the truck, first hers and then Tyler’s. “A little late to back out now.” 

“I’m not backing out, Meg, just making sure we’re on the same page.” 

“Which is?” She feigned ignorance. 

“You’re my problem, baby. All mine.” Her dad was going to be over the moon whenever she told him about this conversation. So would Nick.

“Thoughts and prayers, Cowboy. You’re gonna need ‘em.” 

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Veery (Catharus fuscescens)

Catharus thruses can be difficult for beginner birders to identify as the ones which migrate through our area are varying shades of brown with dappled chests. The Veery is thankfully a little easier to identify- their rich cinnamon color is brighter than the rest of their genus, on par with that of a Wood Thrush.

This bird in particular has been outfitted with a MOTUS transmitter. While I don't know the details of this particular project (I was just an extra set of hands), MOTUS tags are used to track movement in birds. The tags are weighed to make sure they don't add extra stress to the bird's flying weight, and the harness fits around their thighs to ensure the bird has its entire natural range of motion. The tags have a battery life of a few years, so hopefully we'll get some good data on this bird for a while!

All banding, marking, and sampling is being conducted under a federally authorized Bird Banding Permit issued by the U.S. Geological Survey's BBL. Permission to share images was granted by Phillips Tract Banding Station (PTBS).

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The reverse-centaur apocalypse is upon us

I'm coming to DEFCON! On Aug 9, I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01). On Aug 10, I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01).

In thinking about the relationship between tech and labor, one of the most useful conceptual frameworks is "centaurs" vs "reverse-centaurs":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/17/revenge-of-the-chickenized-reverse-centaurs/

A centaur is someone whose work is supercharged by automation: you are a human head atop the tireless body of a machine that lets you get more done than you could ever do on your own.

A reverse-centaur is someone who is harnessed to the machine, reduced to a mere peripheral for a cruelly tireless robotic overlord that directs you to do the work that it can't, at a robotic pace, until your body and mind are smashed.

Bosses love being centaurs. While workplace monitoring is as old as Taylorism – the "scientific management" of the previous century that saw labcoated frauds dictating the fine movements of working people in a kabuki of "efficiency" – the lockdowns saw an explosion of bossware, the digital tools that let bosses monitor employees to a degree and at a scale that far outstrips the capacity of any unassisted human being.

Armed with bossware, your boss becomes a centaur, able to monitor you down to your keystrokes, the movements of your eyes, even the ambient sound around you. It was this technology that transformed "work from home" into "live at work." But bossware doesn't just let your boss spy on you – it lets your boss control you. \

It turns you into a reverse-centaur.

"Data At Work" is a research project from Cracked Labs that dives deep into the use of surveillance and control technology in a variety of workplaces – including workers' own cars and homes:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work

It consists of a series of papers that take deep dives into different vendors' bossware products, exploring how they are advertised, how they are used, and (crucially) how they make workers feel. There are also sections on how these interact with EU labor laws (the project is underwritten by the Austrian Arbeiterkammer), with the occasional aside about how weak US labor laws are.

The latest report in the series comes from Wolfie Christl, digging into Microsoft's "Dynamics 365," a suite of mobile apps designed to exert control over "field workers" – repair technicians, security guards, cleaners, and home help for ill, elderly and disabled people:

https://crackedlabs.org/dl/CrackedLabs_Christl_MobileWork.pdf

It's…not good. Microsoft advises its customers to use its products to track workers' location every "60 to 300 seconds." Workers are given tasks broken down into subtasks, each with its own expected time to completion. Workers are expected to use the app every time they arrive at a site, begin or complete a task or subtask, or start or end a break.

For bosses, all of this turns into a dashboard that shows how each worker is performing from instant to instant, whether they are meeting time targets, and whether they are spending more time on a task than the client's billing rate will pay for. Each work order has a clock showing elapsed seconds since it was issued.

For workers, the system generates new schedules with new work orders all day long, refreshing your work schedule as frequently as twice per hour. Bosses can flag workers as available for jobs that fall outside their territories and/or working hours, and the system will assign workers to jobs that require them to work in their off hours and travel long distances to do so.

Each task and subtask has a target time based on "AI" predictions. These are classic examples of Goodhart's Law: "any metric eventually becomes a target." The average time that workers take becomes the maximum time that a worker is allowed to take. Some jobs are easy, and can be completed in less time than assigned. When this happens, the average time to do a job shrinks, and the time allotted for normal (or difficult) jobs contracts.

Bosses get stack-ranks of workers showing which workers closed the most tickets, worked the fastest, spent the least time idle between jobs, and, of course, whether the client gave them five stars. Workers know it, creating an impossible bind: to do the job well, in a friendly fashion, the worker has to take time to talk with the client, understand their needs, and do the job. Anything less will generate unfavorable reports from clients. But doing this will blow through time quotas, which produces bad reports from the bossware. Heads you lose, tails the boss wins.

Predictably, Microsoft has shoveled "AI" into every corner of this product. Bosses don't just get charts showing them which workers are "underperforming" – they also get summaries of all the narrative aspects of the workers' reports (e.g. "My client was in severe pain so I took extra time to make her comfortable before leaving"), filled with the usual hallucinations and other botshit.

No boss could exert this kind of fine-grained, soul-destroying control over any workforce, much less a workforce that is out in the field all day, without Microsoft's automation tools. Armed with Dynamics 365, a boss becomes a true centaur, capable of superhuman feats of labor abuse.

And when workers are subjected to Dynamics 365, they become true reverse-centaurs, driven by "digital whips" to work at a pace that outstrips the long-term capacity of their minds and bodies to bear it. The enthnographic parts of the report veer between chilling and heartbreaking.

Microsoft strenuously objects to this characterization, insisting that their tool (which they advise bosses to use to check on workers' location every 60-300 seconds) is not a "surveillance" tool, it's a "coordination" tool. They say that all the AI in the tool is "Responsible AI," which is doubtless a great comfort to workers.

In Microsoft's (mild) defense, they are not unique. Other reports in the series show how retail workers and hotel housekeepers are subjected to "despot on demand" services provided by Oracle:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/retail-hospitality

Call centers, are even worse. After all, most of this stuff started with call centers:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/callcenter

I've written about Arise, a predatory "work from home" company that targets Black women to pay the company to work for it (they also have to pay if they quit!). Of course, they can be fired at will:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/07/29/impunity-corrodes/#arise-ye-prisoners

There's also a report about Celonis, a giant German company no one has ever heard of, which gathers a truly nightmarish quantity of information about white-collar workers' activities, subjecting them to AI phrenology to judge their "emotional quality" as well as other metrics:

https://crackedlabs.org/en/data-work/publications/processmining-algomanage

As Celonis shows, this stuff is coming for all of us. I've dubbed this process "the shitty technology adoption curve": the terrible things we do to prisoners, asylum seekers and people in mental institutions today gets repackaged tomorrow for students, parolees, Uber drivers and blue-collar workers. Then it works its way up the privilege gradient, until we're all being turned into reverse-centaurs under the "digital whip" of a centaur boss:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/11/25/the-peoples-amazon/#clippys-revenge

In mediating between asshole bosses and the workers they destroy, these bossware technologies do more than automate: they also insulate. Thanks to bossware, your boss doesn't have to look you in the eye (or come within range of your fists) to check in on you every 60 seconds and tell you that you've taken 11 seconds too long on a task. I recently learned a useful term for this: an "accountability sink," as described by Dan Davies in his new book, The Unaccountability Machine, which is high on my (very long) list of books to read:

https://profilebooks.com/work/the-unaccountability-machine/

Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/02/despotism-on-demand/#virtual-whips

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rubs hands evilly. well hello there I Dont Kmow Jow To Make A Robot Anon. i imagine vseriesgroup har to be a project funded by the goverment, since. there had to be a LOT of fundingfor something like this, and well everyone needs to have new fucked up weapons when theres war out there, right.

step 1: BRIANSTORM VIOLENTLY. BOTH HARDWARE AND SOFTWARE. the hardware is nothing like ever existed before, but the software could jave been based off an already existing machine. NOTE THAT V1S PLATING IS EXPERIMENTAL, that had to be a HUGE risk, a huge step. NOTE STYLE POINTS - ARE THEY IN-BUILT, OR DID V1 ADOPT THEM LATER?

step 2: building. you can do wahtever here, but generally building things like this you have to reimahine and rebrainstorm things jn the middle of development, because you simply DONT catch all the vulnerable parts in the og design. irl you would build software and hardware seperately, but i assume that with machines this complicared and selfaware, THAT would be like trying to sculpt a human body and its nervous system independently to each other. i personally imagine that v1s software isnt just its "personality", but also things like firmware (through which it can control its body lmao) and an assesment of analysis and testing utils, as well as memory and reward centers. also, mind that v1 isnt purely mechanical - it BLEEDS, there has to be viscera and gore inside of its cute little chassis, and you cannot just... turn biological components off, can you........ so uh yeahlmao idk i think it was prolly conscious a lot of time it was worked on

step 3: learning and testing!!! listen you cannot have a personality without softcomputing. and you cannot have softcomputing without machine learning. look into irl machine learning its SO FUCKING COOL I PROMISE. anyways yeah theres no way a mqchine as complex as v1 can be hardcoded all the way to use all those weapons. load 826 hours of people fighting into its memory slot. let it lay catatonic plugged in for a day or two sorting through the data. put it into an arena. see it put the kmowledge to use, test for itself what its body can do, calibrate and better itselt in real time, right in front of you, going from clumsy to terrifyingly effective in less than a hour. im going to SOB i am SO jealous of the vseries creators. PUNVHES THE WALL. amyways yeah think about all the things a war machine is made for, and test them, and fix them if theres anything wrong. agaim, look into irl machine learning, into the way they use purely virtual "rewards" and "punishments" to make machines figure shit in their own. MIND THAT THIS IS A VERY EXPENSIVE PROCESS AND WHORVER FUNDS IT WILL NEED TO BE SHOWN THE RESULTS OCASSIONALLY, which wwill be extremely stressful for the team lmaooo. your sponsors barely fimd intersting the same things as you, the actual maker, does, you gotta throw a bit of a show arond it.

......... m .. might have gone overboard with this ask slightly. oh well! ..,, mind that im a compsci bachelor, not a robotics one, so the hardware part might be fucked slightly. tips hat.goodmight ily AND good luck writing that thang i hope i Was Uswful. ���

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[in1-nutshell]

Does perceptor actually care about juno or does he help them because there siblings ?

Perceptor does care for Juno.

He doesn't exactly have the best ways of showing it. Juno has always been much more open about feelings and emotions than him.

But he does try and make up for it by checking in every now and then. Also makes sure that they have good equipment to work with.

No sibling of his is working with faulty equipment on his watch.

Does he ever say that he loves them?

No, or at least not in a traditional way.

Juno may find a new set of functional harnesses, blasters, or even a new data pad outside their habsuite one day and Perceptor wouldn't bring it up.

They know it was him, and lets him think they don't know.

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I really hate how people on here moralize any use of generative AI for any reason. People act like its some evil corrupting force that will atrophy your brain for even *playing around* with it to see what it can do. Your critical thinking skills aren't going to shrivel up and die because you asked chat gpt a question!!

I think there's definitely some ethical concerns with how the data was collected, and more specifically how companies are profiting off of it. But people take this to mean that just by *interacting* with an LLM that you are personally guilty of plagiarism, even if you never present that information as your own words, take it as undisputed truth, or try to pass it off as anything other than the output of an LLM

As for the environmental impact (I'm only speaking for LLMs here), 3ish watt hours is a commonly cited figure, but that might actually be a really high estimate. Still, even assuming 3 watt hours of energy, that is hardly anything. Running a 1500 watt space heater for *1* minute uses 25 watt hours of energy. Its like having a 60W incandescent lightbulb turned on for 3 minutes, or having a 9W LED bulb of equivalent brightness on for 20 minutes. If you own a lava lamp, it uses as much energy as 14 (or more) chat gpt responses for every hour that its on.

Sure that's more energy than a Google search, but most things are. And yeah it sucks that all of this energy adds up, especially when companies are trying to shoehorn it into everything, probably just as an excuse to collect more data to sell to advertisers, but I don't think that means that everyone who uses generative ai in any manner is responsible for every bad thing that its is used for.

I just hate that its impossible to talk about what using AI is actually like, because people would rather repeat the same talking points to feel morally superior. And I'm not even saying that AI is always, or even usually, good. It writes awful essays, makes incredibly bland art, and might tell you to eat a poisonous mushroom. Don't blindly trust LLMs. But they're not literally Satan, they're just complicated computer programs

Yeah, I don't rely on it for anything, but I've also used it enough to know what it's limitations are (and you hit them very quickly!)

There are obvious environmental concerns, but with a lot of things like water usage, they're not unique to genAI, and point to existing problems in the system (like why are open-loop water cooling systems so prevalent? That could obviously be improved. Hell, the heat could be harnessed.) And living in the US, our reliance on cars, center pivot irrigation, etc seem like larger issues.

But yeah, I agree, AI points out a lot of *larger issues* like labor, environmental concerns, IP rights, etc that were and will continue to be issues regardless of genAI. Putting the focus on AI alone doesn't actually improve any of those.

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Major Events

Major Motoko Kusanagi, agent of public security team Section 9, was quite the woman to behold for people meeting her for the first time and that was something Bulma knew plenty well. How often did you ever meet a woman whose entire body was mechanical with only her brain and spine being the only organic material within her that helped her to qualify as a cyborg? Yet in spite of her professional demeanor, the Capsule Corp CEO knew she still had needs of a certain kind, the sort of which often required physical intimacy and engagement of an erotic nature and to Bulma, Motoko had qualities that would make her ideal for a little fun she had in mind. Though far as the Major was concerned, she was puzzled as to why she'd been hired and brought over to Capsule Corp's R&D division by the head honcho herself, but according to the chief, the Briefs' woman had asked for her personally....and sweetened the pot with a very generous payday (Seriously, who knew a check could have so many zeroes?!!).

Whatever the reasons, Motoko knew the check had cleared and money was money, besides which it didn't seem like Bulma had anything illegal in mind yet she couldn't feel like there was some sort of ulterior motive. Especially as she could swear, it was like the woman was checking her out and undressing her with her eyes and clearly seemed to like what she saw as she lead the cyborg bombshell to some sort of medical chair that was rigged up like some VR game device. Getting the hint without needing any dreary exposition, Motoko wasted no time in stripping down to her underwear as she soon sat in the chair, allowing herself to be harnessed and a few select wires plugged into the ports in her neck while a headset visor was placed over her eyes. In no time at all, she found herself in a virtual avatar floating amidst a sea of ones and zeroes which soon opened up a window displaying a folder marked Krillin files for some reason. Figuring all Bulma had required of her was to go over some data and analyze while the Capsule Corp head honcho examined her body for scientific or medical purposes, she tapped the folder to open it before her vision became flooded by a flash of white light.....and soon felt her nerves ablaze with what could only be called mindnumbing, exquisite pleasure!!

Motoko wasn't sure what the hell was going on but the next moment all around her, she was surrounded by holographic windows playing goddamn porn videos!! Each and every one of them showing a different woman, some in duos, trios or groups and all of them with the same guy plowing them with what had to be the biggest cock she'd ever seen and she was feeling full sensory feedback from every one of them!! Her virtual body paralyzed by ecstasy as raw, orgasmic bliss surged through it from head to toe, every climax and the sensation of her mouth, ass and especially her pussy being pounded by that meaty slab of heaven, over and over seemingly magnified and multiplying!! If this was a trap, Bulma had gotten her good as she soon felt her virtual avatar body lay on something solid, the sea wall of smut providing white noise as she soon found herself on a king sized bed...and in very familiar company that she was finding herself becoming rather intimately and personally acquainted with......

But of course Kusanagi wasn't just finding her mind becoming sexually familiar with Krillin in the virtual boudoir but her body was also busy getting some action as well as Bulma watched on like the kinky, degenerate hedonist she was. Shamelessly playing with herself at the sight of one of her Warrior Monk dolls performing at peak efficiency with full sexual force as it was mounted atop Motoko's bombshell form and fucking her deep and hard. Her VR headset almost like a kinky cyberpunk blindfold as she was getting the Krillin experience digitally and physically, it was a pornographic trap that had been sprung and Bulma was loving every second of it but not as much as Motoko was, the lucky cyber hottie, as the monitors also showed in splendid quality definition. Really, the Capsule Corp CEO knew it was inevitable, cyborg babes like the Major were drawn to Krillin like flies to a bowl of sugar and honey so she was only helping nature along it taking its course to run.....

While Motoko was getting taken to Satisfaction Avenue on the corner of Bonetown, her virtual form was undergoing an increased assault of pleasure through full sexual force. Finding herself soon in the company of two Krillins as they took turns fucking her one on one before they were double teaming her, making her filling of a short king muscle sandwich as they gave her a dose of double penetration and then spitroasted her, one facefucking her as the other fucked her cowgirl or doggy style. Before she knew it, a third had joined and made his presence known when she felt that length and girth she was becoming so sexually acquainted with suddenly invade her virtually sexy ass with deep, passionate penetration. The ambush of a 3 on one 1 assault wearing down any resistance or hesitation she had in the back of her mind leaving her guard down as she was soon surrounded by a baker's dozen of copies....and soon the centerpiece of a Krillin gangbang!!

As her virtual body drowned in a sea of well hung short kings stuffing her sexy holes and flooding her with their essence, her cybernetic physical being continued to feel the Gs of the Warrior Monk still fucking her with full sexual force. Her quite bubbly synthetic booty cheeks clapping while her tits bounced and sway, her digital nerves surging with jolts of pleasure from head to toe from the spine to her brain as the Krillin clone Frenched her with desire and passion, displaying quite the steady stream of updates they'd been making to the Warrior Monks. Each and everyone ensuring improvement in the quality of their prowess and capability in providing sexual gratification which Motoko was experiencing first hand but Bulma knew this was just the warm up act....after all, had to make sure the Major could be able to handle the real deal himself when the time was right...

A few days on since that kinky little experiment, Krillin had found himself called in by Major General Armstrong and Sargeant Nutz to meet a recent transfer who he’d be giving an orientation to. That being none other than Kusanagi, who in spite of her cool exterior, was feeling so damn turned setting her sights on the short king but really after what Bulma had out her through?! It’s a wonder she didn’t jump him and start doing the horizontal tango but Motoko was a woman of patience so she’d have a moment with him, sooner or later. Good as the virtual clones and that warrior monk had been, it’d be a whole other thing to get it on with the real deal himself….

Shut of course she’d have to remind herself to thank Bulma for pulling some strings for this little transfer arrangement, not to mention the Terrabytes worth of porn she had stored in her databanks. Not just the Double Z stuff either but some of the more…..amateur material that really helped her avoid some sleepless nights. Credit where it’s due, Bulma certainly had quite some tastes in friends and spending some time with Krillin was sure to be more fun thst what she usually did in Section 9 on a regular basis. And seriously, how did a little guy like this pack such a dick on him, he was like a sexual wmd!!!

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A woman has needs

Rio Morales didn't think of herself as a woman who ever wanted or needed much in life, even if others often told her she deserved much more. After all she was a widow and single mom who was still in the prime and peak of her life with needs that needed tending to but her work hours alone she felt just made it impossible to ever feel like she could have much of a social life . Granted, she still did have her little guilty pleasures every now and then particularly her little late night habit; selecting a skinflick to jill off to, nothing helped a lady sleep better than a nice little personal session with some wet dream material. And some of Double Z studios' output had been stellar more than usual, just thinking of the sex scenes from World's Mightiest still made her shudder, who knew Don Juan Sanchez could also be a capable writer and director?

Which did remind her of her little recent trend in her fantasies late at night, thinking of that stud who made so many furry women writhe in ecstasy and wondering what it'd be like to have every inch of that bitch pleasing, womb flooding slab of meat rock her world. But alas, such was the case between fantasy and reality and the latter was simply how it was and right now, work was calling her back down to Earth. Yet fate it seemed, wasn't without her peculiar sense of humour as she found herself handling a session of conducting physical check-ups for a few of the guys and gals from Double Z itself, was this some sort of sign? Though Rio had to keep away any thoughts of temptation and focus on doing her work, after all, life wasn't a porno even if some of the friendly flirting from a few of the quite sexy anthro girls was a scandalous fun boost to her self esteem and some of the guys were cheeky and playful, showing off and posing in their skivvies.

So far, so good and unsurprisingly, they all pretty much passed (No surprise those guys and gals kept in great shape and health when it came to their line of work) though when it came to her last check up, she had to wonder if she was imagining things because for some reason because her last Double Z guy to look over....was a HUMAN?!! Yet after some brief confusion, it was cleared up that indeed, the guy, Krillin he said was his name, explained that what was spoken between them never left the examination office as she learned that not only was he one of Zigzag's performers...he was frickin' Don Juan Sanchez himself!! To say Rio was surprised would be putting it mildy, amazing what a set of shades, a beard and a temporary tattoo could do for a man....a quite fine physical specimen of a man, she had to say. Now at this point, you can probably gather this would be around when Rio's pent up libido, thirsty from a very long dry spell, on top of being in the presence of her favourite porn star, would up and kick her self control aside and tell her jump the man and have him bone her......and you'd be right!!

Now of course leave it to Krillin to never leave a woman wanting or waiting as he obliged Rio's kinky desires in wanting to live out her own personal porno fantasy and besides which? He found himself to be quite into dusky, dark skinned women like her as much as he was into blondes like his wife, he wasn't sure the how or why of it but one thing was certain. And it was that Rio was looking oh so fine and sexy as fuck, her face rocking expressions of ecstasy as she was held by him in the throes of passion, her exotic complexion glistening with sweat as he had her on the bed in a mating press. Lips pressed to hers as they fucked deep and hard with wanton abandon, Rio's spicy Latino booty cheeks clapping and jiggling with every impact of that jackhammering cock sinking balls deep into her snatch's heated, sloppy embrace.....

She was truly quite the sight to behold, pure sensual poetry in motion and it was pretty clear she was relishing his attention on her as much as the pleasure he was giving her. But how could he not give it his all when it came to taking a woman to the peak of sexual ecstasy over and over again especially when that juicy ass felt so amazing in the palm of his hands or the feel and sight of those dusky, perky tits as they bounced away? Far as Krillin knew, if Rio was still single then that was just a crime because any man that wasn't giving her the time of day was clearly a fool, to say nothing of leaving her carnal needs unattended to. Might've been his wife's bad influence talking but damnit, she was right, it was his natural goal in life to make women like Rio feel like goddamn goddesses in bed much as he did her, as he continued to rock her world and make her sweat!!

Speaking of the aforementioned wife, 18 happened to be standing outside the door to Krillin's hospotal room, peeking through and looking on at the spicy nurse indulging in her personal fantasy with the blonde's husband. And loving every single moment with voyeuristic ecstasy to find her man's natural charm and sexual charisma scored him another stunner, just something about dusky skinned women like Rio getting a good dicking from Krillin was such a turn-on. The blonde unable to help herself as she snuck in and closed the door behind her, sneaking her way up on Rio who had her eyes closed as she reading Krillin in the reverse cowgirl as he he,d her lovely hips and had his eyes glued to her shapely backside. Leaving them bother if the cyborg asskicker’s presence until she suddenly ambushed Rio with a kiss, catching the nurse off guard as she found her her spontaneous fun with Don Juan was now becoming an equally spontaneous threesome….and she certainly didn’t mind at all!!

It was quite a marathon today the least, if anything Rio knew it was a miracle she was somehow still conscious and walking, not to mention that they didn’t get caught. Not that she was complaining kind you because that had been fuckdamn amazing and she wasn’t a lesbian but damn if 18 wasn’t a hot sexy 10 out of 10 stunner who seemed very eager to ensure the nurse didn’t stop herself at just this one time. After all as far as the blond was concerned, once a woman like Rio had a taste of Krillin, enough was never enough and with ehr son out to college and all….her biological,clock was still ticking. And what harm would there be in keeping in touch on a regular intimate basis after Krillin was discharged from the hospital?

Suffice to say, the blonde and her compact stud husband had a new lady friend on their contacts list and Rio found herself feeling like quite a whole new woman. So much so that she found herself sending spicy texts and saucy pictures to them every now and then and ooh yes indeed, the sex when it happened was every bit as good as the first time. To say nothing of when she found out she wasn’t the only woman in in this little secret club 18 has going on as well as her personal pet project. The like of which involved sowing wild oats and putting a few buns in ovens…..

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Stellar Modifications!!

Whenever they weren't tending to their master Krillin's carnal needs, 2B and 2P often found themselves either helping out on quality control for the Warrior Monks or often doing odd jobs for Bulma such as if she needed them to do her the task of locating and acquiring the dragonballs. Should they ever find something of particular interest for the Capsule Corp CEO of course, it was always priority to bring it to her attention and in this case, this little discovery was likely something...or rather someone they were sure would do well in service to the Glory of Mankind (translation:Code for giving their master Krillin immense sexual pleasure and relief). Bulma could certainly concur as she beheld what they had brought before her, a massive containment pod and floating within, a woman of stunning sensual beauty. This certainly required some looking into and fortunately the pod had an on board computer which contained a fine treasure trove of data about this enigmatic young lady.

Her name apparently was Eve and in addition to being quite the looker, what Bulma was finding information wise showed she was quit the capable combatant. But to the Capsule Corp CEO, that was a small bonus that’d make her very effective as a bodyguard because the intel showed that Eva was a certain special sort of lady, much like the Yorha twins and 18…..so oooooh did the gears begin to turn in Bulma’s head as she knew just what she was going to do with Eve as she turned to 2B and 2P and instruct them to call the blonde cyborg. She knew she was going to want to hear about the latest special sexy surprise for Krillin and ooh were these nano suits going to get themselves some mileage.

Eve herself wasn't sure what to make of her surroundings as she came to, let alone the sudden increase on data she found her memory banks storing, after all since when had she ever acquired, let alone needed a copy of the kama sutra? And from the size of bites in some of these folders, there was enough pornography to make an image gallery on Google without the safesearch seem tame and hat was this one marked Krillin for in terms of purpose? Nevermind why just thinking of that name made her feel so...tingly, as she looked around to find herself in some sort of lacy lingerie and what seemed to b a love hotel with the only company present being...the man himself, who upon setting her sights on, suddenly made some sort of programming kick in. One moment she was briefly dazed and confused, the next minute she was pouncing Krillin, kissing him with the force of a man who'd been dying of thirst having finally found himself an oasis to drown in........

Naturally doubt and hesitation became the furthest thing from Krillin's mind as libido took the helm and made him go along with the sudden momentum of passion and desire, returning Eve's lusty kiss. He wasn't sure what Bulma had in store for him or rather who when she'd invited him to what he knew for sure was her latest round of fun in what was known as her Krillin playroom but he couldn't really complain given the sort of women it had him getting erotically acquainted with. Which was why the room was soon filled with Eve's moans of raw passion and ecstasy, deep gasps and moans escaping her lovely lips as she and the short king danced the age old primal dance of man and woman together since the dawn of time. Held in his embrace as they fucked in a seated lotus position, unable to help herself from making her glorious hips buck and ride that pistoning cock while they made out with the hormonal lust and drive of horny teenagers....

As always, Bulm was watching on like the deviant voyeur she was from the two way mirror hidden observation room, more than pleased with the results in reprogramming Eve's code. After all, it was only right to help nature run along on its course in arranging a new robo girl (cyborgs, androids, robots...if they were digital in some form, chances were they'd be drawn to Krillin like a magnet, he just had a way with those sort of women!!) and it was working out even better than expected. She'd have to remember to give 2B and 2P a proper reward for discovering this work of art of a gynoid but at the least, their current quality time with some Warrior Monks would suffice in scratching their itches for their love of the embodiment of the glory of mankind. Besides which this was Eve's turn and oooh her combat ready body was really handling itself quite well with the onslaught of pleasure brought about by Krillin's sexual prowess......

Which was understating it, quite frankly, given Eva had a wealth of combat experience and yet that paled in comparison to the intense passion and lust she found herself with in the throes of passion. Relishing the attention and actions of the short king as he couldn’t help help but keep feeling up thst glorious juicy ass of hers, her twin meat buns sporting distinct palm marks indicating his staked claim on the gynoid bombshell. Every postion a shift and instance of being pinned beneath him, held up in the air or up and down against the floors or walls amidst a constant rush of orgasms a welcome surge of ectasy flooding her mind. Not wanting this to cease yet knowing there was only so much she could endure before she passed out…and yet rather hoping he’d keep using her as he saw fit even while he fucked her into a sexual coma because that’d be sexy as fuck…

Now while Bulma would normally be shamelessly playing with herself to get off to seeing Krillin once again be an absolute stud but in this case, she was keeping herself very busy in a different way. Mainly looking to the data she’d acquired from Eve’s pod as there was a treasure trove of data especially for Something that really caught her eye. That being the series of sister units in Eve’s line of gynoids, all scattered throughout and every one of them quite the looker, all prime breeding stock material for a few chestnut buns in the oven. That is if these gals were capable of getting pregnant of course but nothing a little quality modification and upgrading from Capsule Corp couldn’t figure out and solve…..

But of course first thing’s first would be making sure they’d actually work which was where Eve came in as the Guinea pig but that’d be after she’d finished getting used to being a sexual partner for Krillin. After all, learn to crawl before you wake and walk before you run so before Eve could get to making babies, she needed to be able to handle the baby daddy with full sexual force. And there was no doubt Eve was going to enjoy every single moment of that if that ahegao loaded face she was sporting was anything to go by. Who said sex couldn't be both a science and an art?

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In this dojo, there is one true art....

Maryl Baroque was quite the woman to say the least, if anything within the world of martial arts, she was a more than human but less than a god. Those who witnessed her in action say it was like she could boost her strength, speed and all else the longer a fight went on as well as the fact she was considered something of a sadist. Which might be why she was more or less banned from ever participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament though her choice of combat attire might've also had to do with that decision. But hey can't deny it's hard not to admire a well sculpted and toned amazon of a woman rock a sexy little number that left her backside entirely exposed and made it more than clear she went commando.

Now if one thing could be made clear about Maryl, much as she loved to break her opponents with a clear and present violent streak that was as subtle as a sledgehammer smashing a cinder block, she certainly lived for and welcomed a challenge. So when she saw a flyer advertising a womens' class for the Turtle school in Satan City, the feisty fighter knew she'd be in for some fun...especially and particularly if the hotshot running this dojo was a man because that'd make it even more fun for her. Imagine her amusement and surprise when she arrived to find this so called dojo was a damn little home fit only for a small family, greeted by some cheeky, uppity blonde bitch who introduced the guy that owned and operated it. And he turned out to be a total runt baldy to boot, it was like the punchline of a very bad joke!!

But Maryl figured she was here and why not especially when that same blonde bitch had the audacity to challenge her and dare her to fight the shorty!! And claimed that when (not if, talk about fucking cheeky!!) her husband defeated her, then Maryl would have to submit like a good little bitch and let them do whatever they wanted with her. Now if she wasn’t so proud and temperamental, she’d have known as she was pushing her luck and maybe getting in over her head but like hell she’d just back down and walk away!! Oh she coild jsut see it now, she’d turn this guy into a goddamn human pretzel when it was all said and done…

At least that'd been the plan but the moment that damn blonde called out for them to start, the next thing Maryl knew, she was in the couple's bedroom, face down, front flat and her quite well toned yet voluptuously bubbly ass up in the air and getting railed deep, fast and hard like a bitch in heat by the damn baldy!! And heaven help her, she was loving each and every goddamn second of it as her nerves were ablaze with mind numbing pleasure coursing through her veins like a surging tidal wave. Panting and barking like the horny little bitch in heat she now was reduced to, grasping the bedsheets as she rode the intense forces of that powerful, pumping and thrusting pelvis from her compact Adonis of an alpha male as he sunk every inch of his cock balls deep to ensure the walls of her pussy would be molded to the shape of his length and girth!! Every orgasm he'd coaxed out of her just fuel for the fire of lust burning within them both as he relished that gloriously sculpted backside flexing and tensining those exquisite muscles all the while that juicy ass clapped its bubbly cheeks like the rhythm of a lewd drum!!

18, the aforementioned uppity blonde of course, was taking delight and satisfaction in equal measure as she stood a few feet away from the bed and witnessing Maryl's full sexual force based dominatrion by her husband. As shameless and lewd a voyeur as ever with how she blatantly played with herself in getting off to this with the added flavour of well earned smugness knowing this was the natural result of the fighting tomboy's own hubris. If ever a pretty, hot sexy piece of ass ever came their way in regards to their unofficial dojo, it was 5050 that it'd be some hotshot like Maryl or a pretty sexy little gifted bruiser who couldn't help but be drawn to the cybernetic hottie's short king husband like a fly to sugar or ants at a picnic. And in the case of the former, it was a priceless moment to see them reap what they sow as their pride shattered and crumbled before the intense passion only her man could give them combined with the mind numbing sensation of his glorified third leg of a cock ensuring they'd never want or even think of another man!!

Maryl was certainly experiencing that lesson first hand and she was loving every single damn second of it, pink hearts shamelessly glowing in her eyes as she rocked shameless ahegao expressions one would normally know for sure was out of character for her. But she couldn’t care less as she stuck out her tongue and barked like the good little bitch in heat she was for her new alpha male, proclaiming herself his slutty princess and hhim her new sex god and daddy. Urging him on to keep going until eben just saying his name would make her spread her legs for him and she was sure to end up having more than a few buns in the oven when it was all said and done. The barefisted warrior woman stuck somewhere between conscious and comatose as she experienced her latest but certainly not last in the least orgasm….

When it was all said and done, Maryl was pretty much a sexy little domesticated puppy whenever she was around her new Daddy and of course Marron was always happy to have a new big sister/auntie figure around. Especially once 18 introduced the brawler to her new home...an apartment building just around the block from where the family lived that just so happened to be owned by Capsule Corp CEO Bulma Briefs. And many of her neighbours and her roommates all happened to be women as well who wouldn't you know it, also happened to be close, intimate and casual sexual acquaintances of her short king. Suffice to say, she found herself in some very good company.....

Satan City residents you'd think would be used to strange sights like their local hero and champion's friend Mr.Buu but life always had a surprise for them. Case in point Marly in what seemed to be a turtle school gi, albeit modelled after her own style of fashion (backside baring and clearly hinting she was commando) along with a small crowd of girls in similar wear. All parading signs and handing out flyers to a lot of female onlookers and passers by which advertised and offered lessons at their dojo and to highly recommend personal training with their sensei. She and her fellow recruits each motivated by 18's promise of course that if they netted some some real potential lookers, Grandmaster Daddy short king would give them a very special reward...the kind that involved a lot of bareback, bed shaking, world rocking, spine tingling, mind numbing ecstasy.....

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A Little Chemistry

Somedays if Maxi could turn back time to the day she met Chloe Sinclaire, she had to wonder if she'd change her mind or still accept that job offer. On the one hand she had generous funding and a vast wealth of access to numerous resources which made for great strides in her work but on the other? Well Chloe did warn her that it was all about keeping such projects from falling into the wrong hands....and hers were those very same wrong hands. But of course Chloe wasn't some total megalomaniacal Bond villain with plans of absolute global conquest...she was just one very kinky skunk whose libido could make a succubus blush.

What else could you say about a woman who used an ultra sonic cannon as a glorified vibrator? Or the numerous other incidents and moments wherein the bimbo-eseque gal used R&D as her own personal playpen, helping herself to trying out all manner of whatever Maxi and the other eggheads had cooked up, one too many to even sum up in a small enough list?!! Yet all the same, it couldn't be denied that she always went out her way to take care of and look out for those under her employ given how she gave Maxi her own entire lab and facility to work in with a seemingly limitless budget.....aaaaaand the occasional little spicy treat as the feline brainiac blushed and shuddered recalling that little monastery trip. So at some point Maxi had to wonder if she'd figured out and gotten used to Chloe's whims to a point where nothing ever really surprised her anymore......

But of course she should've known she was tempting fate because leave it to that nympho skunk to get her roped into getting intimately acquainted with that rando VIP who'd been staying around as Chloe's guest of honor. Oooh Maxi was all too aware just how busy and frisky Mr.Sanchez had been getting with some of her work colleagues, given her boss lady had so "generously" shared videos and photos of his fun times with herself, Friday and Persephone, every single little juicy detail and angle clear and present. And her hints if you can call them that which had been coming one after another like the texts, e-mails and random photos left around showing off the guy's package!! (Seriously, how did a guy so compact pack something that would make a bull or a stallion feel like eunuchs?!!) Try as she might to deny Chloe's whims of course, she resisted the admittedly growing temptation....but knew it was only a matter of time before Ms.Sinclaire got her way, sooner rather later......

She should've known better, really, that one way or another, Chloe would see to it that she'd be getting, as she so eloquently put it, "A little chestnut lovin'" but the question wasn't a matter of if but rather when and how and most certainly sooner rather than later. Soon certainly was the case when Maxi had found herself being called into Chloe's personal relaxation spa to want to talk business with her but that should've been the first red flag if only because it was a natural whim of her employer to hold even the most confidential discussions in the most unlikely places. Which was why when she entered, you can imagine her shock and awe to have walked right in on Krillin right as he was sitting on the edge of the luxury whirlpool hot tub getting a handjob from Friday while the zebra was making out with him, both of them naked as the day they were born. Which meant Maxi got herself a nice eyeful view of that length and girth in all its rigid, erect and down to fuck glory, such was the case that her libido pretty much hijacked control of her brain, kicking aside logic, rationale and reason to the curb and making her want, no NEED that cock, asap!!

Small wonder Maxi had cast aside any doubts or hesitation she had prior to her current situation of now being in the embrace of the short king as he had his hands on her perky, furry ass. Her tail swaying sensually while her well toned hips bucked and rode on that piston pumping cock, which was quite tight but of course she wasn't a virgin by any means mind you. It's just that she'd never taken a guy as big as him, it defied all logic that someone his size would be so well endowed by screw logic all the same!! She was feeling damn good and she wanted it to stay that way, so lost in the intoxication of primal lust that she'd forgotten Friday was there, watching on with sensual bemusement at seeing their cute kitten of an R&D head having given into temptation.....

That was until after a few rounds of orgasms and a position shift or two, Maxi was reminded of the zebra's presence soon as Friday ambushed her with a sudden, but certainly not unwelcome, kiss on the lips while she was the midst of riding Krillin reverse cowgirl style. The compact ex-monk's hands firmly massaging her perky ass while the striped mare Frenched her and groped her equally fine, sexy little tits as their tongues danced together in a little game of spitswap and tonsil hockey. Goes to show that small wonder Chloe seemed to have likeminded sorts about her when it came to casual sexual intimacy among co-workers not that Maxi was complaining but of course how could she when she was getting a nice, deep hard fucking? The pretty kitty unable to resist the momentum of lust and passion which had swept her up like a chemical reaction as part of her was so glad that for someone who'd been a monk once, Krillin had never taken any vows of celibacy or chastity....

While Maxi was getting herself a little Chesnut loving and some oreo tlc from Krillin and Friday of course, naturally her currently horny on main brain was too aroused to remember that Chloe was able to see all this happening thanks to the security cameras. Which of course were transmitting each and every spicy, juicy minute and second of Krillin's latest VIP employee relations with the pretty kitty R&D head in ideal HD on the skunk babe's desktop screen and oooh yes, you can bet she was enjoying every bit of it. To say nothing of the further wicked ideas cooking in the gears turning in her head like the little arrangments she was looking to make with 18 after the family's stay on her island had passed. Oooh it'd been quite a while since Chloe to to play being someone's Sugar Mama.....

To say nothing of the fun to be had getting herself a slice of the action in Zigzag's studio, especially given she herself owned some stock in it. She could just feel her spine tingling with anticipation at being featured in a Don Juan Sanchez flick, especially if it was one of the ones he wrote and directed, World's Mightiest was such a delight (A pity people just didn't get the how and why on Kochin being a metaphor). Which did remind her, she needed to run a check on her dvd and bluray library and see which ones were missing or needed to be added, Double Z Don Juan Sanchez features really sold like hotcakes. You'd be amazed how much auction sites sold for hard to come by copies of the Auntie Vixen comeback collection....