#I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG THIS

[another-lost-mc]

Something something about Zee, an advanced synthetic assigned to protect you as your ship makes its long voyage back to Earth in a futuristic Alien AU.

Along the way, you realize something's changed as he starts to act a little too human at times, when before he shrugged off your attempts to become friends, your silly jokes and harmless teasing easily swept aside and ignored. The ship lacks luxury and privacy with its cramped quarters and with the rowdy, abrasive crew as the only other options for company, you still find yourself gravitating towards him. The human crew members are cruel to him, ridiculing him for his very existence. Despite his gruff demeanor, he's gone out of his way to make sure you're cared for and as comfortable as one can be on a rickety space in the middle of outer space. The last thing you want is for Zee to think you're as callous as the rest of them are. You appreciate him for what - who - he is.

When his previous annoyance at his prime directive, protecting the most obnoxiously cheerful human he's ever met, fades away into something else, he finds new reasons to stay closer to you than ever before. He lingers on the edge of your peripheral vision, the second shadow that follows your steps - and whether you can see him or not, you know he's there. Never more than a room away, you wonder what it is he's waiting for, or why you shiver with anticipation every time you feel his stare rake over your skin from somewhere nearby.

Forced together and living in close quarters, who knows what might happen before journey's end?

You can't remember where you first heard the rumors, but you knew - or at least suspected - that certain androids could have sex. Your android could, if you weren't mistaken about the shape of his body underneath the form-fitting jumpsuit he wore around the ship. (And when exactly did you start thinking of him as yours?) You've heard that some of the most advanced androids are capable of feeling pain, but are they capable of feeling pleasure too? You're woefully uneducated on this subject, not that you've had much reason to consider the question at all, but thankfully, he's a very patient teacher with a fondness for hands-on learning.

What he tells you, not with words but in smoldering glances and firm but gentle touches as he peels away your clothing, piece by piece, is that pleasure itself is possible. At least, the sorts of pleasure a synthetic being like him can experience. In most circumstances, those mimicked sensations, a trick of wires and circuitry far too difficult to explain, aren't usually enough to entice him to indulge in such messy encounters.

All it takes to change his mind is for someone else to look at you a certain way, or an innocent touch that lingers long enough for him to notice and frown at its meaning. Suddenly, the idea of sex is very appealing if it means tempting you away from anyone else he deems unworthy of your time or attention.

As a synthetic, sex isn't a sensory feast the way it is for humans. The rhythmic movements as he snaps his hips in a slow and deep but unyielding rhythm doesn't tire him out. Instead, he focuses on watching every tiny expression that flits across your face, listening to the soft noises you think he can't hear over the sound of squeaky springs as he moves, and nearly smothering you with his weight into the thin, uncomfortable mattress in your sleeping quarters.

He doesn't know why the single drop of sweat trickling down your face and over your jaw is so enticing - but then again, he's never felt hunger like this before either. Maybe next time he'll be tempted to taste the salty trail, if he's not transfixed watching the pleasure and adoration that brighten your gaze instead.

When you bite your bottom lip between your teeth to try and keep quiet, he runs his thumb across your mouth, ack and forth with a hint of pressure, until it's shiny and wet with spit. With a slick glide, he pushes it inside slowly until he can touch the tip of your tongue. It's a pleasant picture, one he'll think of often long after this day ends. He decides that if he can't hear all your little sounds, then feeling the vibrations as you suck the digit shallowly into your mouth is the next best thing.

Above all else, he doesn't want you to turn your face away, or to close your eyes even as your eyelids flutter and your head tips back against the threadbare pillow. His low voice, rougher than you've ever heard it before, cuts through the warm silence like a knife as his fingers hold your chin in place to keep you still. He can't help but stare at his own reflection, hair wild and expression desperate as any living man, in the shimmery film that glazes over your eyes.

In the dark ocean of space, surrounded by nothing but a sea of stars, watching you fall apart underneath him is the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

[sailorsplatoon]

GUYS WTF?!

I've never had this many notifs in my life. Uh... thank you! But also, how many of these are about knives?! I'm going to do my best to respond to all of them, but I might not be able to, so if i don't get to you then I'm so sorry!

I also feel like the Knives Aren't Real (which by the way they very much are) post reaching over 300 notes is something to be celebrated. Can't believe this is now my most popular post ever.

[diminuel]

First meeting?

I didn't really know where to go with this, so you're getting this as a little "food for thought" comic.

Dragon is with 100% certainty finding some sort of loop hole to let his prisoner go (or he'll just be "careless" for a moment and oops! Prisoner's gone, probably with a number to call in the future if help is needed.)

Dragon does have brows but he shaves them, at this point mostly to piss off Garp.

(Bonus addition & next part)

[shingooo-gou]

For the first time I tried to make something out of polymer clay.

I concluded that I needed a better sandpaper lol

[pastellpeachz]

Polites lies to himself

[madisoncounty]

she's right and she should say it rebecca ferguson for dune: part two (2024)

[reddstardust]

Hey sorry. Your boyfriend knows exactly what he wants and who he wants to be. He knows exactly why he walks and talks like a machine. He's now becoming his own self-fulfilled prophecy. Yeah sorry.

[bethanydelleman]

I had tears pouring down my cheeks while I was driving home this morning because I listened to a podcast about the Radium Girls and how hard they fought to hold their employer to account for poisoning them, even though they knew they would die regardless, because they wanted to protect the workers who came after them. Even though their community called them liars and they were in horrible pain, they fought. And then the host started talking about how the Manhattan Project used knowledge gained from the Radium Girls to protect their workers and how the ghosts of those girls and women protected people going forward...

And it made me think of all the ghosts, unnamed and unknown, who in their death protect us: the ghosts of the Titanic, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, the Quebec Bridge, and so many others. Disasters that made us change laws and protect people, not just because they were horrific but because survivors and survivors families demanded that we change; kept screaming and fighting and pushing until someone listened and something was fixed.

What a debt we owe.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Love it when a whumpee who's known to be especially emotive just goes blank. Dead quiet, glassy eyes, no thoughts head empty, especially if the change is super abrupt and unnerving

[misscrazyfangirl321]

You've heard of "no thoughts, head empty." Now get ready for:

1. "Many thoughts, head full" - There are too many things on my mind, brain is a cluttered closet full of tasks and information that I'm struggling to balance.

Often seen in: People in the midst of change (new parents, people starting a new job, etc)

2. "Many thoughts, head empty" - I have a lot of knowledge about something. Unfortunately, that knowledge doesn't seem to be located in my head at the moment.

Often seen in: Students taking exams they've definitely studied for.

3. "No thoughts, head full" - What's it full of? I don't know. Fluff, possibly. Or fog. All I know is that getting an idea from the back of my mind to the front of it might just take more effort than I currently have.

Often seen in: People experiencing burnout, or who haven't gotten enough sleep

Note: Sometimes multiple categories overlap. Those are not fun times for anyone.

[skyrigel]

[ardent-w]

I sneaked Impulse's and Bdubs' cyberpunk city into my homework

Yipeee!

[diminuel]

Crocodile, have mercy on Dragon. He doesn't want to think about that.

I had a stupid thought regarding all the pictures Garp has up in his house in the Stinky Child comics (including Roger's wanted poster) and had to run with it.

Did he have relations with Roger? Who knows, I'm leaving this up to you. X'D

I tried drawing young Roger without his moustache but he looked naked.

(Here's another comic about this topic!)

[regular-gnome]

In Polish, the word for 'mermaid' and 'alarm siren' is the same: 'Syrena.' Listening to the flood sirens today reminded me of something that happened during flooding when I was a kid. Back then, the dikes managed to hold, its just that this time there's much more water. Still, holding out hope that everything will be fine when the main wave hits. Especially seeing the situation upriver, but there are a lot of precautions along it and the wave is more spread out, it’s gonna be fine

So yeah, I hope you're all doing okay, staying dry and those in affected areas have a safe place to be. Trzymajcie się tam!

on lighter note, thats what I imagine hearing the sirens. Its 4am and for the last 3h one siren was constaly yelling from the dam Im pretty sure its broken

[7cfc00]

Woe.betober Day 20: Music