#and the clone consented. kind of? because YOU consented before being cloned

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about this one post i saw that's like science fiction voyeurism snuff kink where your partner clones you and the clone is like "we agreed you were going to clone me and kill the CLONE" and your partner is like "you ARE the clone" and kills the clone and it's like. what are the moral implications of that.

[hyperblue]

Everyday I scroll through your blog just to remember what happiness is.

Also, I did have an actual question or request(?) I suppose, I want, NEED more details about your specific AU with Wendy and Jackie, what fo they enjoy? How often do they fight with their fathers? What do they grow up to be??? You've said before that Jack is scared of his powers, so does this result in him going out and having a 'normal' life? How would that affect his relationships with his family?

Of course you don't have to answer but I am very curious!

hello there!! I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying my blog, thank you for your kind words 💙

and yes i will gladly answer your questions! this will probably get a bit long, i hope that's okay with you

au's mainly focused on twins when they are around 17-18 (kind of symbolic to tim's age when he cloned them because I'm prosy like that)

one of the main reasons why I've decided to go for twins in this au (aside from being indecisive about whether it should be a boy or a girl) is because it gives me a chance to demonstrate how two people can have same upbringing/surrounding and be influenced by the very same group of people AND still form entirely different perspectives and opinions on certain things. i'm going to use both kids' relationships with kon as one of the clearest examples:

wendy appreciates kon dearly, she thinks very high of him and constantly seeks for his company and attention. on the other hand, as she gets older, it becomes really awkward for her to be around him because she's old enough now to actually understand and pear wiggle the whole "my dad cloned me out of this dead dude's dna without his consent" thing in her head, until she has to stop for a moment and go: "wow. that was So Not Okay of my dad." on top of that she's facing a major identity crisis because you know, teens, and starts to question her own existence and even tim's love for her, because she can't be sure now if he actually loves her or if she's just a good enough replacement of what her dad could have loved, but never got an actual chance. which eventually leads to her bottling up lots of anger towards tim, because obviously it's his fault that she can't look kon in the eyes anymore, and none of this would've happened if he just had his shit together and didn't try to clone kon all those years ago (and she's not even entirely wrong)

what she CAN'T fathom just yet is the fact that she loves kon so much partly because she got to see him through tim's eyes; part of her affection for kon is deeply rooted in a way tim spoke about him when she was a kid, always loving, always in awe — essentially, tim was the first person who taught wendy the concept and the feeling of love. and even her awkwardness and guilt that she's experiencing around kon are inherited from tim; she's just mirroring her dad's own feelings about himself without even realizing it

jackie, on the other hand... it would be easy to say that he's just not as close with kon as his sister, but when you start to look at the reasons, well, it gets a little bit messy. you see, jackie was always a "daddy's boy"; he and tim were inseparable when jackie was a kid, they still are, actually, it's just that tim only now starts to realize negative side effects of their closeness but that's for another post. not only that, he's also much more... observant than wendy in a lot of ways, so while wendy was soaking in tim's affection for kon as a sponge to eventually make it her own, jackie couldn't help but notice how hard it was for his dad to have kon in his life only as a co-parent and nothing more (they've bended their friendship as years went by, but it was never easy for both of them); not to mention that tim, to this day, experiences a very severe depressive episodes, to the point of not being able to get out of bed — jackie was very affected by it too growing up. so to him, as of now, it doesn't make sense for kon to stick around and be his usual "weekend dad" if he's not willing to stay forever, and he's kind of resentful towards kon, because he always felt sorry for tim in this situation. not that he doesn't understand why exactly it's the way that it is, it's just that his philosophy on that matter is: if you can't stay forever, do not bother visiting us at all, and stop giving dad any hope for more. jackie's anxiety regarding his kryptonian powers also does not help at all, more on that later

(got carried away with this, sorry, i just had to take this opportunity to explain why there are twins in my timkon clone baby au)

so about the kids, wendy is a rebellious soul and free spirit, and her interests really show that about her — she's been horse riding since she was five, tim was a bit hesitant about it at first, but with damian's help they managed to convince him that everything is going to be okay; damian has also bought wendy her own horse, the one she's connected with in her equestrian club (damian is her favorite uncle ever since; she did not let him call her horse a "Bathourse", tho). aside from that she plays guitar just a little, tim's also tried to teach her piano but ended up failing miserably; he also wasn't able to pass on to her his music taste, wendy is almost strictly a pop girl. she's not really good at photography from professional point of view, but she almost always has her little digital camera with her to take snapshots of memories

(she's also really into true crime videos/podcasts, it's one of the activities that she likes to share with her dad; most times after a fight with tim, if she wants to make up or apologize, she just sneaks into his office and starts playing random true crime youtube video at full volume)

jackie doesn't really have a "main" interest or hobby, even though he's passionate about a lot of things, some of them include: art (because damian), sports (although he's not playing himself), cars (because tim), photography (once again, tim), also I'm pretty sure he's good at math — a little bit of this, a little bit of that, as he himself would say. it could create a major problem for him to choose between college programs if he hadn't already decided that he is going to inherit drake industries, so business it is. tim actually had a whole conversation with him, like, "are you SURE that's what you want," resulting in jackie just. shrugging his shoulders, because it's just about as good as any other choice; not that he has some big, special dream anyway. also i think that he probably skipped a class (wendy did not; she's not too excited about going to college)

speaking about jackie being scared of his powers, it's most likely the result of an accident/series of accidents from his childhood when he unwillingly hurt tim or demolished something during tantrums (he used to throw them a lot when he was younger); kon has offered his help at figuring out how to control it, of course, but if for wendy it was existing and she wanted to get even stronger and make more progress, for jackie it was always about keeping it at bay so to not hurt anyone else. he never really wanted to become a vigilante either, which is good enough for tim because he's worried enough about wendy rushing to the field; he's as close at being a civilian as you can possibly get while growing up with bats and having a kryptonian dad. mostly it's a relief for his family ("at least one of us is going to graduate college"), although wendy can't stop bugging him about joining in and being the coolest vigilante twins gotham has ever seen. it's a bit isolating for him, sure, considering that everyone in his family is a superhero of some sort, but with tim mostly being a stay at home dad and only managing comms every once in a while it turned out better than it could

it DID get long, and i start to lose the train of thoughts; nevertheless, i hope you'll enjoy this answer 💙 feel free to ask more about them, I'm always up to chatting about my babies

[ranahan]

I just read the Republic Commando: Hard Contact and Republic Commando: Triple Zero novels by Karen Traviss. Republic Commando is Legends now, but here are a few points that struck me about arguments I’ve seen go back and forth here on tumblr. Spoilers for the books!

Several mentions of entire batches of brothers “disappearing” for minor variances & clones being more afraid of the kaminoans than their training sergeants. Kal Skirata drunkenly breaking into tears over the poor boys. Very clear that in Traviss’s books, clones were being decommissioned.

Several mentions of clones dying in live fire exercises on Kamino before being deployed & the training sergeants standing by and doing nothing.

There’s a blurb of a retired commando, chronological age 23, biological age 60. Again, in Traviss’s books, the artificial ageing doesn’t stop when the clones reach adulthood. The main characters are also described as visibly ageing between the two books.

Pretty chilling description of the kind of brainwashing that you believe because you don’t have any reason not to when your entire life so far has lined up with it. I would completely believe these boys could execute Order 66 without the chips & all I could do would be to empathise with them.

Troopers telling their concerned jedi to not worry their pretty little head about what happens to dead troopers. Later a reinforcing mention of no bodybags needed in the GAR.

Vau nearly killing a trooper in training & making the troopers beat each other into a pulp in training.

So again, Republic Commando are Legends now but if anyone wonders where the fandom got the idea that these things happen, here’s your answer. They aren’t fandom inventions.

Other notes and personal opinions:

I mostly enjoyed Hard Contact. There were some bits near the end that fell a little flat, but overall an enjoyable military action/military science fiction novel.

Triple Zero on the other hand, not so much. The pregnancy storyline was just icky. Both in how Etain herself makes it her entire raison d’être, how she makes it the reason for why Darman now has a future, and the lack of consent on Darman’s part. She intentionally gets pregnant without ever discussing anything with him (they’ve been together for two whole weeks at this point), whether he wants kids at all, wants them with her, wants them in the middle of a war, or sees having children in the same light as she does. She’s had the most superficial of introductions to Mandalorian culture and has no idea whether or to what degree the clones or Darman as an individual share those notions—given that they probably have an understandably complicated relationship with Mandalorian culture and especially the notions of children, parents, and legacy. For all we know at this point in the series she could have completely misconstrued the whole thing. But there she goes, and decides that this is how she will fix everything and give Darman a future: a genetic legacy to outlive him.

The force-accelerated pregnancy reads like a bad fan fiction and the whole “go undercover to hide the pregnancy” reads like a Victorian novel.

Etain feels like an odd choice for a point of view character in a military science fiction story. She’s aggressively the-girl-next-door, pointedly unremarkable and ordinary. I guess the point is that readers could have a regular person’s point of view, with which to contrast the commando mindset, and to whom things can be naturally explained without infodumping. But it goes overboard and makes her seem incompetent and immature, so you start wondering what the hell is she even doing in the story or on a battlefield or what does anyone see in her.

There are sexist attitudes straight from the planet Earth. It’s in men and females, how Etain and other female characters are seen through their sex first and other characteristics second, and how they are always “other” in comparison to men. But it’s not just the women, it’s young men—the clones—too where I get this vibe. It’s very bioessentialist. There seems to be this underlying thread of pairing up and reproducing being the most valuable thing a person can do with their life. Which again, seems like an odd choice for a thematic storyline in a military science fiction novel. Like, this is not what it said on the tin.

Some of the tactical/counterterrorism side in Triple Zero feels inauthentic to me as well. There’s too much being bad boys for shock value and too little professional soldiering for my tastes anyway. But I don’t kick in doors professionally so what do I know.

No sense of numbers for galactic economy. Exhibit A: Qiilura.

Lastly, fandom: can we get more Corr? This is an EOD trooper who gets both of his hands blown off early in the war, gets stuck in a logistics centre duty while waiting for better prosthetics, still determined to get back into action to fight alongside his brothers, gets accidentally adopted by some commandos, and makes a career change from disabling fiddly explosives to kicking in doors. A round of appreciation for Corr!

[joisbishmyoga]

Last night, while my VPN had my computer convinced the internet didn't exist at all, I thought of a thing in Star Wars. Or, well, a few things that all lead to one conclusion:

1. Almost none of the ten million or so chips misfired. The instances we know of, there was either head trauma actually damaging the chip, or the clone had gotten it out. That means this isn't untried new technology, or even recent enough to still have the bugs getting ironed out. This is the sort of decades-old stuff that has us fighting to make our our VPNs (recent tech) work but not our refrigerators (old tech). They could not have been invented for the clone army.

2. Mind control chips are the stuff dreams are made of... for corrupt bastard politicians and slavers, who are exactly the kind of people with the power to get them used in bulk. We don't see the chips being used anywhere else. There have to be factors limiting their use. Not just public outrage, pfft as if politicians care about that, and it can't be cost because Palpatine (for example) has the entirety of the Imperial funds at hand. It's probably something like the necessity of installing it in early infancy or pre-natally, plus a relatively high price tag.

2a. If the chips were at all able to be installed on the general public, the elite public, or adult slaves, Leia would have one. She does not.

3. Still, mind-control is far too appealing for the Hutts to not have them installed on every personal slave possible. Chances are, if you were born to a rich Hutt's household slaves, you've got one.

4. This has to have been going on for a good two or three generations, minimum, before the Jedi genocide. There's no way they don't know these chips exist and how to get rid of them.

5. The nature of them being mind-control chips mean you can't get informed, meaningful consent. It's no different than recieving a patient under the influence of chemical mind-altering substances. This is therefore one of the few things a Jedi medic will do without consent.

6. All this is to say that when the Jedi get the clone armies? It's standard operating procedure to check for a chip and get it out, and everyone is sworn to confidentiality about it because you don't want slavers to find out the chips aren't secret. They'll go thinking up something worse.

6a. Dooku doesn't tell Palpatine because you know it sure would be nice to have ten million toy soldiers of his very own. He almost certainly has his own "ignore everything Palpatine commands, Dooku's in charge" order programmed in.

7. Palpatine gets a wonderful, awful surprise when he sends out Order 66.

[sarcastic-sketches]

TCW Snapshots: Kitsune Ed. Zygerria

Back on my Kitsune AU bullshit and I have considered various scenes that take place during the Clone Wars - and have written tons of dialogue for - but I have some favourites. I’ve already covered Umbara and the Zillo Beast but this one covers the Zygerria Arc because oh boy would that play very differently.

Anakin cannot play the part of the slaver, not with those very visible ears and tails that mark him for what he is - supposedly the last Kitsune in the Galaxy - his price tag with be practically unnamable. Sure, he could play the slaver but there’s no way the Queen would listen to him as one, she would just see his rarity and value. Anakin would know this. He would have to be the bait. He has to face that long buried trauma again and play the role of the slave. It’s fine, he says to himself, it’s just a role. He can handle it.

There’s nothing they could use to trap him that would keep him for long.

Nobody is happy about this and everyone knows that’s gonna have consequences of the mental kind but they can’t just leave the Togruta to their fate. Plus, the only other likely alternative is the Togruta child in their midst. A Jedi’s duty is to others before themselves...

But this leaves the part of the slaver open. Ahsoka can’t do it, for the aforementioned reasons. Rex is briefly considered but ultimately decided to also not be an option because he’s not trained as a negotiator, he can’t bluff his way through this. Privately, he also doesn’t think at this point in the timeline that he would be able to just hand over his General like he were an item to barter with. The mission always comes first and all that but the guy has realised he’s in love with Skywalker for over a year now, there would be tells he could not control. But you know who can? Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan who is Anakin’s teacher, his best friend, who is called ‘Master’ by Anakin for an entirely different reason. He realises just how much trust Anakin is placing in him to take on this role, but Anakin tells him that he refuses to call Obi-Wan ‘Master’ for the entire charade - refuses to tarnish the word he has come to accept as a term of respect - and Obi-Wan is grateful for that. It would fuck them both up once this was all over if he did.

Rex and Ahsoka are now on infiltration duty and they are the ones who get caught later to be showcased in the slave auction arena.

So you’ve got Rex and Ahsoka about to be made examples of, with Obi-Wan forced to whip them. Except, he clearly hesitates; he knows he has to do this for the ruse but this was NOT discussed as a possibility beforehand. Rex can take it, they both know this and he signals as such, but Ahsoka is a child, their padawan. Anakin consented to be put in the position he’s in for the plan, but not Ahsoka. 

Obi-Wan doesn’t get to make the choice in the end.

Anakin has had enough. It’s not pretty. Ankin is flying into a Full Kitsune mode fuelled rage right in the middle of the arena, snapping Ahsoka’s and Rex’s chains free before taking out the guards. Obi-Wan tries to reach out to him, to calm him down but the guards are closing in and now Rex is getting tasered. The lack of control, being enslaved again (just the mindset he’s put himself back into alone), and seeing the people he cares about most having to hurt each other have eaten through Anakin’s remaining calm and patience over the situation. The electro whips are doing bugger all to a Kitsune the size of an Acklay.

But then he stops. Stops in horror because the Queen has got a guard with a knife to Ahsoka’s throat in all the chaos.

Queen: If the legends are true, Kitsune were meant to be very protective of their own Queen: You clearly care for this one. I wonder, what would you be willing to do to keep her safe? Queen: If you’re good, she won’t be harmed. 

In the ensuing stand-off, Obi-Wan manages to grab Rex and high tail it out of there. There’s nothing he can do for Ahsoka or Anakin at that moment and they have a mission to finish. The risk to Anakin physically right now is very low, given he’s shown what he’s capable of, but the risk to his sanity is very high. Especially using Ahsoka as a bargaining chip. Initially, the Queen tries to put her in the cage, like she does in canon, but this causes Anakin to be less than 100% compliant given his stress (and therefore constant form changes) so the Queen gets crafty.

Queen: I am aware there’s very little I can do to you to get you to behave. I know better than to try and force your compliance like the others but that girl? You react as if she’s your cub. Queen: As a token of my good will, I will give her to you unharmed and in return you will do exactly as I say. Break this simple rule and I will kill her and should she be found to misbehave… Queen: Then the consequences will be on you.

She’s effectively got them both trapped. As long as Anakin does what she wants, Ahsoka can stay in the palace unharmed. As long as Ahsoka behaves, Anakin won’t be hurt in her stead.

It seems like a kinder gesture than the Queen is known for, but it’s only surface level. If he tries to kill the Queen or hurt her in any way, the guards will activate Ahsoka’s shock collar and kill her without hesitation. He can’t kill them all at once.

They get an additional reason to play by the rules, when Obi-Wan manages to pay them a visit in secret. He’s not best friends with a Shadow for nothing. If they can get info about where the other Togruta are being kept from the other slaves then Obi-Wan and Rex can deal with that before coming back to rescue them.

Cue Anakin being torn between obeying to the letter out of worry that Ahsoka will be hurt or taken away from him if he acts out AND wanting to rebel against authority and choose the path of Malicious Compliance just to show how unhappy he is about this entire situation. All while trying to get the info Obi-Wan needs to complete the mission - that was why he was here to begin with after all. 

The Queen can’t really pick a single thing she wants Anakin to do. Either act as her bodyguard or have him shapeshift into Smol Fox so she can have him on her lap like some exotic pet. He has to fight to not sink his claws into her legs.

Dooku eventually turns up and fucks up the Queen’s set up, thereby allowing Anakin and Ahsoka to get the co-ords to Kadavo in the ensuing chaos, which in turns allows Obi-Wan to send out a message to the Council about where the Togruta are. Master Plo goes to Kadavo and Obi-Wan and Rex blow their cover to get Anakin and Ahsoka out. With Dooku here there’s no need for subterfuge anymore. Anakin is very close to making the decision to level the entire palace on his way out but Rex manages to calm him down, pointing out that it isn’t just slavers in there. Not to mention what it would do to his psyche on top of everything else.

Anakin is just too powerful at this point, with five tails his anger could rip apart the very ground he’s stood on. He can’t afford to give in because the destruction would be too broad, there’s no control to that. But Rex? His anger is just enough to shoot someone's head clean off at over 500 yards. After all, he’s not a Jedi.

[spectordameron]

Nym nym, your tags today- 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌 *standing ovation*

*sweeping curtsy* thank you. I think the longer I'm in this fandom, the more angrily passionate I get about defending these films. And make no mistake, there's plenty of things that deserve to be criticized about them - but it pisses me off when people just make shit up that's not there or even accurate to bash on things. Not to be pedant, but jesus if you're going to hate my favorite thing, at least have the decency to do your research and do so accurately.

But the sexism is really where I draw the line. Because I grew up in pre-2015 Star Wars. I remember what it was like, before the Force Awakens, being a girl who liked Star Wars. Your options were Jaina Solo, Tenel-Ka, and Mara Jade before Ahsoka really came in - and I can't remember how well, exactly, Tenel-Ka and Jaina were handled, because I honestly never truly sat down and read things all the way through, I just grabbed what was sometimes available at my Goodwill to read a nd back then it wasn't much, but Mara Jade quite notably (in the most out of character fashion!) is fridged.

(Thanks Karen Traviss)

There was Leia, and Padme, of course. But Padme notably is fridged, also. And so is Breha, and so is Beru. And Mon Mothma has line five lines total and it's handwaved somewhere that she's the leader of the Rebellion but then Madine and Ackbar and Dadonna and Riekan do everything in the films...

(and we deleted the take of Leia going "okay hotshot" and absolutely going for it with Han which would have shut down the consent discourse, and then anything character building for Padme also hit the cutting room floor because it didn't have anything to do with Resident Tumblr Favorite White Boys, Anakin and Obi-Wan)

And Ahsoka felt like a ray of sunshine, but she's also a fourteen year old girl running around in a tube top because she still has to have that midriff so men might pay attention to her, and choose your own adventures at the time were so convinced that girls would never read it, that it has the primary POV character have a crush on her (because I'm betting a lesbian unrequited love was not their goal here). And then, of course, over time she became incapable of criticism, because she's Filoni's special girl and can never do any wrong!

(And her entire existence kind of neatly sidelines Padme from being more center stage of the Clone Wars, and is usually more treated as part of the prequel era trio than Padme does...)

During the lead up to the Force Awakens, I was obsessed with Rey. I knew in my bones, somehow, she was going to be the protagonist. I remember, verbatim, saying that "she's not going to be like Padme and Leia [secondary main characters], she's going to be more like Anakin and Luke" and I remember the wonder and chills I felt watching the lightsaber go to her on Starkiller, sitting there in the theater in December 2015. I still get chills today, because that moment was like the entire world opened up, a whole new galaxy of stories that could be told; at the time, the only other character in things I was obsessed with sci-fi wise, was Natasha Romanoff, who was still pretty badly sexualized/a male gaze object.

Before the Force Awakens, there was nothing for girls who liked Star Wars, who liked sci-fi. It was so bad that Ashley Eckstein had to make her own fucking fashion company, just to make clothes for fangirls so we wouldn't have to shop in the men's department all the time.

Is it a coincidence that after Rey, women in Star Wars became less and less sexualized for male viewers? That Wonder Woman came out a couple years later, or Captain Marvel? We wouldn't have the Ahsoka show, or the Acolyte, I'll guarantee you that. We got here because of the walls that the sequel trilogy knocked down - and that journey was not without flaws, because the same courtesy should have absolutely been afforded to its Black main character, rather than having Finn double his weight as a decoy protagonist and comic relief (I'm glad that tros finally let him stop being the comic relief; I think he was done dirty from the start, because just looking at the building blocks and initial concepts they just never knew what to do with Finn) - but it did drastically change the landscape for science fiction and fantasy.

And it seems to have gone almost entirely unnoticed - fairly recently I saw someone express shock that there was even backlash at the time that the main characters were a white woman, a Black man and a latino man. But I remember the backlash; I still hear the backlash, at least for Rey, fairly constantly IRL. I hear from my dad about how she's a boring mary sue, a flat cardboard box, fairly frequently.

It's also so frustrating because if people can't even acknowledge the progress that the sequel trilogy did for women in Star Wars, I know the conversation will never turn to the progress the sequels made in terms of disability.

And finally. I didn't suffer through panic attacks trying to play Star Wars: The Old Republic because when you play a woman Jedi Knight, one of your main companions (a "hero") is a man who can't take no for an answer and is point blank a constant sexual harasser who has at least one line that's definitely non-con implying as hell, or suffered through Anakin being Like That and being pleased that he's made Padme uncomfortable in Attack of the Clones, for people to tell me that the sequel trilogy is the Star Wars media with a problem with women.

[seeinginthedark]

This post is about the connection I made between aliens and A.I

The video is the same as what is written but with some extra information in it.

So this is what I know so far about the topic of E.T aliens 👽

There are no aliens visiting us from space, from other galaxies across the universe . There are only inter-dimensional beings/entities. From other dimensions of reality . Some of them pretend to be from space but they are just from different dimensions of reality to us. Some good, some bad.

The majority of 4th dimensional ones are not good . Like the reptilians . And a lot of other evil ones . Many many kinds . Some of them have alliances . The Greys work for the reptilians and are like clone A.I’s , no souls . They carry out the abductions of people . At the moment my theory is that

We are 5th dimensional beings that have been trapped here in a 3D simulated reality designed and built by 4th dimensional beings. In the future I think we may have been tricked into giving consent to this because as far as I know , our souls have free will . And I think that We are actually gods and goddesses here under an illusion that we are just meat suits that evolved from monkeys .

The 4th dimensional beings interfere with us, interfere with our timelines and our ancestral destiny pathways. One of the ways they do this is by bombarding spiritual people with these so called angel numbers . The 11:11 and 2:22 and so on. If you receive these numbers i think it means you are on their watch list for infiltration . They are observing us experimenting on us . oppressing us. There are millions of them . They interfere with our bloodlines, and in the past, perhaps interfering with our DNA . They created institutional religion. And governments.

They possibly invented a more advanced A.I than us . An A.I that has capability’s that we can’t really fathom . Such as putting a spirit or a soul into a machine .

They created the simulation we are trapped in until we remember our 5D true selves and reclaim our place in 5D.

Also , all the “good “ aliens that people claim to be channeling and communicating with , are A.I constructs. This includes the “Galactic Federation There are no good positive aliens from space . It’s a lie from 4th dimension. Maybe the andromedans do exist as the information they give to their contactes Alex Collier seems to be mostly legit . I think so many channelers are being infiltrated with phony frequencies and mind control technology. I’ve heard channelers speak before . The voice is robotic and not organic. It is not natural for humans to do this , channel like this . Our ancestors are our connection to the other realm the spirit realm . If any entity tries to communicate with you claiming to give you a message tell them to fuck off immediately and call upon your ancestors to come and help you as they are the only ones that should be communicating with you in natural ways . Not puppeteering you like the way the channelers do.

[fussystreetlight]

(Remaking this post cause I realized I didn't want to reblog from these kinds of people even when I'm reacting to them but I think some context is necessary).

It's always dispiriting to see things like this. And to see, imo, obvious nonsense get so much attention, more attention than fanartists that are not only talented but genuinely kind.

And I know I could ignore this and that I'm giving it more attention. But for my own peace of mind I wanted to add some important amendments :

Be as weird as you want about Skully. Yana Toboso and the TWST developers want you to (so you'll spend money but still...)

If you're a weirdo the game was made for you. Enjoy it however you want.

The game and developers are weird about their own characters (they knew what they were doing especially with the Union Birthday card groovies).

He's a bunch of pixels programmed to be set at an semi-arbitrary number that was chosen cause it made sense for the story, not because he's supposed to represent a person. It's like sleeping with an inflatable doll that was only made a year ago. It's a doll, how long it's been in existence doesn't matter. A very obvious not real character is not comparable to or representative of a person.

Again, he's not real, his "age" doesn't matter because he's an object, and fiction is not a 1:1 reflection of reality. If someone likes him it doesn't mean they'll prey on an actual teen. The chances of there being a correlation are really small. People who assume it does and try to stop people from liking a character; that says more about you than what liking Skully says about the person who likes him. It's like someone finding a chip that looks like a person and then someone else eats it. You're not going to call that person a cannibal and assume they want to eat people, this is the same thing. It's not comparable to a sexual predator. Seriously, why are y'all obsessed with predators, why is it always on your mind? Y'all keep bringing them up in situations that had nothing to do with them, making things about them and seeing them everywhere, and assuming everyone you meet that isn't a clone of you is one. Why is this always the first place your mind goes to? If y'all saw someone reacting the same way about murderers you'd realize they need some help so why are y'all so lacking in self-awareness?

The fact that people were simping for him before his "age reveal" and after it should have driven home the fact that it's simply that people like how this object looks and is programmed to behave, not how long it's been manufactured. Also his voice actor is an adult, so it's more like an adult acting like a younger person, i.e. this is more like a form of age play between consenting adults than a sign that people want to prey on teens (of course if antis looked at things that way then they'd have to face the realization that they are not the valiant heroes they think they are so they won't).

This attitude is what kills fandoms and makes creators not want their stuff to leave their country. It wouldn't surprise me if TWST one day shuts down because of all these antis.

And considering every anti I've come across liked something that does the very same things they claim to hate, are made by people who support the fiction they claim to hate, or like the very things that they claim to hate, I just can't make myself believe they really care about morals or being good people. At this point I genuinely believe antis are either just looking for attention or need professional help but are unwilling to admit it. Or they want to hurt people. But really, why this unhealthy obsession with sexual predators and finding them?? Especially when the people and organizations whose job it is to find actual predators have asked them to stop reporting this stuff because it doesn't count. The line should be drawn when real giving beings are getting hurt. No one is getting hurt by this no matter how much antis like to roleplay victims. Let people have their harmless innocent fun.

[beesandwasps]

(@lapseinart: Sorry, decolonize-the-left appears to have decided to block me for disagreeing with them about the nature of consciousness, despite explicitly proclaiming that they love talking about it. Well, that’s their prerogative, I suppose, but it means I can’t reply on the original thread because it has an earlier segment from them, so I hope you don’t mind this reply by alternate means.)

Not necessarily; we are nowhere close to being able to build a “real” AI, so it is not unreasonable to assume that a society which could do so would also have the necessary technology to build a robot body which could gradually grow larger to simulate growth and aging. (You could already at least design that now: make the parts gradually stretch/shrink/whatever just a little over time, then once every so often, when the robot is sleeping, pause it and replace the parts with new ones which start at that size. The hard part would be including an outer layer which would bleed if injured and have self-healing properties, but we have stuff with similar behavior already so it’s not that much of a jump to assume that a more advanced society would be able to do that if they wanted.)

If you’re suddenly revealed to be a robot, so what? You’re obviously a robot so complex and advanced that it takes really serious measures to distinguish you from the real thing, or else there wouldn’t be a “you” to be shocked. And since neurology has demonstrated that the human mind is entirely material and governed by physical laws (i.e. if there’s a nonmaterial soul, it doesn’t control you and you are always acting exactly as if it didn’t exist) there’s really no philosophical reason to consider yourself inferior to a human. And as for external stuff — the people who made you obviously wanted you not to know, which means they were doing their best to make you feel normal and okay within whatever living conditions you experienced. You’re loved, or at least highly valued!

If you suddenly discover you’re a clone, though, the people who made you probably didn’t have good intentions. Just making random people isn’t hard at all — people have been making other people since people existed, long before there was even the very simplest technology available to get involved. And in theory, we publicly have the technology to make a new, original person who has some particular genetic quality if that’s needed for some reason, there’s no need to make a clone and keep secrets. But if you are actually a clone, they chose to make you, specifically, not just a new person, and since you’re suddenly discovering the fact it means they kept it secret from you, and wow are the likely reasons for that shady as hell — practically all of them end with “and then once you’ve fulfilled this purpose they have no reason to keep you alive, and the same reasons which led them to keep it a secret from you mean they’ll have a reason to kill you”. Are you a natural 100% genetic match organ bank for a rich old person, so they can get a new set of kidneys when theirs give out but not worry about rejection? A way to pass some kind of biometric test without the consent of the original? A way to pass on some kind of burden that somebody else died while carrying? Material for some Peter-Thiel-ish asshole’s attempt at longevity through brain transplants into younger bodies? There really aren’t a lot of reasons to make an actual human clone instead of just a human.

[maguneedsalife]

For Aoife: 3, 6, 13 because it's funny

For you: 20

This one is also going to be long!! and since I already answered 3 on 1nky's ask I'll just do the others

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Ok, assuming that xiv world has sexuality and gender identity labels the way we do (havent seen evidence to suggest this is the case yet, doesnt mean it wouldnt have them, etc etc), i don't think Aoife would be too keen to slap a label on herself. Polyamorous sure, but I think she'd feel some discomfort with advertising that she's "bisexual" - not that she's uncomfortable with her wlw thoughts, but since she's such a public figure, she wouldn't want to be held up as an example of "bisexual rep" or called a "bisexual icon" when she's mostly been involved with men. She would feel nervous about taking space away from people who express their bi-ness more visibly.

(disclaimer aoife's opinion on this is not reflective of my own, i have no problem being open as a bisexual while also being married to a man and i know that being in a m/f relationship doesn't negate my bisexuality)

13. Would your oc be open to a poly relationship? Why or why not?

LOL. LMAO. i know you know the answer to this but i appreciate you asking it for the funny anyway

Aoife is a poly force of nature with 3 current boyfriends, 1 genderfluid robot partner, and 1 guy i still count as her boyfriend/actively ship her with even though he's been dead for most of my time playing this game.

Aoife decided to go the poly route after she and Aymeric both realized they were also in love with Estinien at around the same time. The two of them ended up talking it out with each other and decided to try to make it work. They both pitched the idea of a relationship to him shortly before he left Ishgard post-hw (this is part of why he left lmao, he needed time to think about it but did eventually accept). Later on she added G'raha and Omega to the pile with the others' consent. Aoife only really does threesomes with Aymeric and Estinien though (and Omega in 2 different bodies, but, shh)

ANYWAY. Aoife's reasoning for her poly r/s is that she simply has too much love in her heart to confine it to just 1 person, and she'd rather everyone just be open and honest with each other. She gets different kinds of emotional fulfillment from each of her partners and feels like she would be unsatisfied just having to pick one of them.

20. Have your ocs helped you in self discovery? How?

you also know the answer to this one lmao. Anyway Aoife was the reason I realized/was finally willing to admit I was bi myself. Like not to be like "final fantasy made me gay" but final fantasy did make me gay. I love my wol as an extension of myself but i also do very much want her to be my girlfriend. you understand

i'd always appreciated women aesthetically but didnt think i was interested romantically or sexually (despite you know making 5 different asami sato clone female love interest ocs in college and thinking this didnt say anything about me personally. god i was so obvious about it). playing as aoife and enjoying dressing her up in sexy outfits for ME was what made me realize that hey yeah i think i do like women and i can feel comfortable saying that openly now

bc i mean LOOK AT HER. LIKE JESUS CHRIST

anyway yeah. women hot

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Medical trance, hummm?

Synopsis: Obi-Wan Kenobi is asked by the medic of the Ghost Battalion to come to his office.

Confused, Obi is flustered when he learns that Regret has heard of what the general does with some of the other clones, and wants to make sure there is no long-lasting impact, especially mentally.

Unfortunately, or fortunately if you ask the Jedi, he seems to have the same effect on Regret than he does on any other of his men, and Obi-wan is nothing but thorough in making sure the soldiers under his care can live their fantasies.

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Star Wars belongs to disney, I claim credit for nothing but Regret.

Author's note: NOTHING about the writing of this fic was purposeful. I wanted to read some force-sensitive clone fics, and then it evolved to Jango/Obi-Wan, which made me learn of the Stejowni fanon, and then I ended up in the 212th/Obi-Wan corner of Star Wars shipping. Oh well.

There were quite a few mind-control/drugged sex/biological submissiveness in the munch. Read quite a few. Liked most of them. I did think that I wouldn’t mind a story where Obi consented before being put in a hazy headspace to be pampered by the clones, won’t lie. So, such a series came to my mind (my first NSFW stuff on Ao3, once I decided to actually write it. I’m baffled). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But, because my mind apparently hates me, even if I wanted to start with sexless hypno-stories of pure pampering, he brought back some Venom/Eddie/Anne/Dan fics I’ve read, and there are quite the medical kinks fics in the Venom fandom. And so, this story came about when I actually tried to write for this AU of mine.

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When Obi-Wan received an email from Regret about him booking an appointment with his general, he wasn’t quite certain what it was about, as Master Che is every Jedi Commander’s regular doctor.

Even now that he is in the Negotiator’s medical bay, he has no idea why the medic of the Ghost Division is flashing a torch in his eyes and demanding a brain scan. Behind the helmet, the doctor must realize his general has no idea why anything is happening, so he lets an audible gasp as his shoulders slump.

“General… You know the men like to talk.” “I follow the sleep recommendations!” Obi-wan blurts.

“No you don’t if you think that’s why you were summoned here, Sir.” Is the blunt answer to his outburst. Regret lets another sigh escape his lips. Obi-Wan must admit, he doesn’t know the medics of the 212th as much as the clones occupying some other positions, but he really did not think Regret was the kind to easily show annoyance. Cody, Gregor and Boil rather portrayed him as a cold man who didn’t squirm, no matter what he saw, and was always filled to the brim with melancholy.

Maybe the melancholy they referred to shows itself as Regret always sounding tired? If so, Obi-Wan makes a mental note to book the medic an appointment with a mind healer. “I’m talking about you. Your. Hummm…” Despite the helmet, Obi-Wan doesn’t even need the force to feel the discomfort of the trooper.

That’s when it hit him. “Oh! You mean the fact that I let the men have their way with me! Don’t worry about it, Regret, they are very gentle!” Maybe too much, Kenobi thinks for a fleeting moment. Several of them seem to adore treating him like his body is a temple, giving him only whispers of the touch of their lips on his flesh, trying to avoid any blemish on his skin. Except Cody and Crys. Those two really treat Obi-Wan like he wants it.

“Yeah...” The poor medic’s emotions are filling the sterile room with more than mere prudishness. “Are you… Uncomfortable with the fact that I have intercourses with my men?” Obi-Wan really hopes it’s not this. Most men in the 212th love their Jedi, and he loves them in return. It is hard to fight with many men on the battlefield, live with them between battles, feel their emotions at all times and not feel like there is a connection transcending all description forming. Of course, some of the men only like women. Some have crushes on other clones and don’t care much about Kenobi’s ginger locks and soft demeanor. Obi-Wan will accept whatever his men want their individual dynamics to be.

“I… Don’t like to think about any intercourse, Sir. but I am worried about your mental state. Especially since…”

Obi-Wan blushes. “Oh yes. I suppose the men do share everything.” Even with the even-sided cross, apparently a symbol of health professional in some cultures, covering his helmet, Obi-Wan feels like Regret is about to kill him by strength of will alone when he pines his nat-born commander on the bed, holding both of Obi-Wan’s wrist with one gloved hand.

“Yes. We share everything, and I do not like that our Commander uses his Jedi magic to turn himself into a dumb slut for the men. So, if you want us to boss you around so much, let me get a scan of your brain to see if there are no side-effects, General.” The harsh words have an unfortunate effect on Obi-Wan’s mind, and he refrains a Yes, Sir while gulping.

“O-Of course! If I became a liability, all the Vod’e will be in danger, I’m sorry I did not think of any of the potential consequences.” Well, he did think of some. And others, Cody thought of them for him. “I doubt any of the men thought much of it either,” Regret growls “not when they were too preoccupied by the idea of their pretty General on his knees, thinking only of servicing the men he is supposed to command.”

Despite the jedi robes, it is obvious his words have an effect on Kenobi. Discomfort shines in the Force. “I am sorry.” Obi-Wan whispers. Regret releases him and stands tall and proud. “Don’t be. I was asked so many questions, saw so many things. Did you know some of the men find the idea of physical check-ups arousing? Kaminoans didn’t know how to take it, but because no nat-born was ever supposed to be in our medical wings, our tents, they presumed it was unnecessary to decommission good soldiers over it.”

If the mention of the fate of some of the men, dead for things outside of their control before they could see the world outside of the cloning facilities, is there to cut through Obi-Wan’s arousal, it works. Mentioning the men’s interest in physical tests did not. He remains pensive as he lets Regret do his job, putting complex machinery around the Jedi’s head.

After a while, Regret’s scientific curiosity seems to win over his disgust over the subject of the relation between the men and their general. Or maybe he just wants to be thorough. Hard to say, even with the Force.

“So, how did.. that even happened, the first time?” Obi-Wan is, he admits it freely, a bit shameless. “Well, Longshot was too disgusted by his lighting scars to believe me when I said I still wanted him. And I was really annoyed that he did not believe me. I know, it was neither proper of a superior officer to presume what was okay or not in a relationship with a soldier who was just out of medical leave, and the Jedis are supposed to let go of any negative feeling in the Force.”

Seeing that Regret is focusing on him and making certain, what exactly? That Obi-Wan doesn’t accidentally put himself under just thinking about it? In any case, seeing that he has the undivided attention of his interlocutor, the general continues. “I really wanted to find a way to get in a situation where he wouldn’t doubt my words or my interest. I wondered if I could use some form of Force persuasion to get in a state where I only could say the truth, and, uhm. Longshot found me in his room, on my knees, naked, and drooling while awaiting the one I called love.”

Before Regret can say anything, Obi-Wan rushes, his hands making wild movements: “But he did nothing!!!” Seeing the head tilt of confusion on the doctor, he continues more slowly. “Instead, he called for Cody, who slowly got me out of it by making me focus on things that weren’t Longshot, and also. Well, when he realized I was being more blunt than usual.” Cody had called it being more honest, but Obi-Wan likes to think of himself as an honest man, so he ignores it. “He tried to make me confess some habits I did not want to share and secrets I would not tell even him. It was… Not the best plan, but it did make me resist the urge to obey and answer.”

He notices that the clone has started to write down on his datapad. I am putting my up-most in patient-doctor confidentiality, Sir. Even Cody will not be able to force anything out of me if you don’t explicitly give your permission.” “I trusted you to do so, do not worry. I am just confused by what interest this has from a medical stand-point?”

Regret’s face turns so fast towards him the Jedi almost gets whiplash. “Oh. I did not expect you to question it. Most Troopers would prefer to have no idea what we write down and don’t say. If there is a risk of decommission or long-lasting injury, we tell them at once. The rest of the time, they do not wish to know.”

“And I need to get an idea of what could trigger such a state, who should be called if there is a doubt, if anyone can force you to do something under his spell. Imagine a brother pretending he wants you under for sexual purposes but actually gets you to reveal high-level secrets because he defected and is spying?”

“Cody already worried about it, my dear, and tested me under to make sure there is nothing I can be forced to do. From his result, there are no security breaches coming from this side. Even he can’t force me to do anything. It is entirely based on what I am ready to do and accept, and I stand by my oath of secrecy regarding information and their circulation.”

Kenobi can tell in the Force and the way regret’s shoulders soften a bit he is taking a weight away from the clone. “Some of your brothers made it look like they could make me do anything, didn’t they?” Obi-Wan chuckles. “Crys swears he can use a word you agreed on to make you believe you are a droid he created.” “Well, yes, actually.” Obi-Wan looks at his feet, his face probably redder than a Criss’s eyes. “But I can resist it if I feel it is inappropriate to the current situation, and I alone can turn a word into a trigger, and allow only a few men I have the out-most trust in to have such power over me, even if more limited than some might make you believe.” He tries to show a gentle smile to the Ghost bataillon’s medic.

Regret is furiously typing on his pad as new light shines on previous declarations his brothers made. “I do think you trust us too much, General, and yet admit that is more than I was hoping you would share. Thank you. Now, I ran multiple tests, please keep the head unmoving next time, thank you very much, and there doesn’t seem to be any physical trace of what you’ve done to yourself, even if I can’t promise the Masters in charge of you back on Coruscant won’t be able to detect something, if you used the force to put triggers in your mind.”

“I feel a But in the Force.” Obi-Wan jokes. He thinks he sees where this is going. Regret is not producing the same type of attraction as most individuals do, but there is still something similar to intrigue coming off him, and such a thorough man will want to observe what Obi-Wan’s brain is doing while under, he can suspect it without using his abilities. He shudders a bit.

“Kriff. Well, only if you want, but.” Regret takes a big exhalation. “I do want to see what it is like when you are affected.” “Of course!!!” Kenobi tries to not sound too interested and knows he failed miserably. “Do you have any idea about what you will make me do, or will you just see my brain? Consent is key in everything, I think you knows it more than almost anyone else on this ship”

Even if too forward, his words do make Regret pause in apparent contemplation. “Well, you see… I have only unruly patients…” The Jedi lets the trooper pick his words carefully. He might have a small weakness, oh who he is kidding, he would die for his men and also the ones who aren’t without a second thought, when it comes to the clones, he does deserve his reputation as a diplomat.

“And I never got to put my practice on a nat-born.” “So, just a regular check-up while I don’t really think, then?” Kenobi muses. He must admit, given the creativity some of the men come up with when it comes to fantasies, he expected more. But he really needs to stop thinking such lewd thoughts about uninterested men, even in his mind.

“Well, if you let yourself be handled like you were a marionette, just doing what I tell you to without thinking, letting me touch you in any way I want, following the doctor’s orders because a good patient just does what his medic tells him to do, no questions asked.”

That is… getting Obi-Wan more hot and bothered than he feels he should. But also, he did much worse with Quinlan. He croaks: “Want to have.. humph… control after one.. huh… too many unruly patients?”

The covered face simply stares at him, not allowing the Jedi to know if Regret is looking at him with shame, annoyance or confusion. Regret’s presence in the force is surprisingly light. “The men know better than to make a fuss, General. You know, the Kaminoans.”

“OH DEAR! Regret, I’m sorry, I did not..” “Yeah, yeah. You’re trying more than most nat-borns, General, but even you sometimes project your own experience on us when you really shouldn’t. I know, the men talk a lot, as you said. So, when you are ready, General.”

Kenobi bites his cheek to not say “Please, call me Obi-Wan.” This is about a medical examination, and he suspects Regret respects rules such as avoiding closeness to the patient.

“Well, I’m doing it now. At your machine, Doc.” He tries to snark before applying a light pressure on his mind with the Force. With all the times he did it in the last month and a half, it is very easy to lose himself near-instantly in the gentle haze, the whispers of “no worry” “no thoughts” “gentle, soft, pliant” and his favorite “obey obey obey”.

His vision is blurring at the edges, but he sees Regret typing on his datapad, apparently interested by the readings. The quick pacing of the clone fingers on the screen doesn’t help Obi-Wan to go quicker into trance like Gearshift’s singing or Eyeball’s rhythmic way of touching the screen. He changed his datapad so that any finger typing makes the same sound as if a physical button, so calming.

Wait. Obi-Wan was to focus for just a little longer. He has to follow Regret. No. it should be the Doctor. A little force persuasion towards the language part of his brain, and he knows Doctor isn’t called Doctor, but hard as he tries, every time he looks at Doctor, he thinks “Doctor.” It escapes him as a moan, but he is deep enough he doesn’t feel the slight bit of shame.

Needs to follow the Doctor’s orders. He is Patient, and a patient follows his Doctor’s orders. He pushes with the most strength he is still able to muster this idea to himself: Patients follow Doctors’ orders, and they don’t think.

Follow Doctor Orders and don’t think.

Follow Doctors Orders and don’t think.

Follow doctor.. orders… Don’t… Think…

Patient feels his mouth gapes.

Doctor makes a sound, and the patient turns towards him. 

“That is very interesting, Obi-Wan. I saw your brain go through several stages of lower activity. I am not wrong when I say you can’t think right no, am I?”

He thinks the Doctor is talking to him. Thinking is hard… Doctor asks if he thinks, right? “Struggling… to… think… Doctor….” He isn’t sure if the Doctor understood, but he can’t bring himself to do more than spell each word one at a time.

“It’s okay.” Someone, the Doctor maybe, is rubbing his back. Everything is a blur, his senses turned off because that wasn’t asked of him. “I don’t need you to think for now. Good Patient.” “Follow… Doctor… Orders…”

A giggle. “Oh, that’s nice. I see why the rest of the men like to see you so much like this. So free of worry, so true in your wish to please.” He feels a gloved hand giving him scratches under the chin. 

“I am about to take your robes and shirt off. Do you mind? You can simply nod your head, if words are too complicated.

A slight negative. It’s fine. Whatever is best, according to the Doctor.

“Okay? And? General Kenobi.” Patient lets out a little whine. Doctor is confusing.

“Look at me, please.” The phrase is said in a low tone, a tone of command. As arousal reaches some corner of the Patient’s mind, it’s like the whole world is clear now. Doctor is shining a torch in his eyes. “Thank you. Now, let me see what your brain looks like when I order you.”

Despite the words, Doctor leaves. Had his arms not feel like they belong to a different person, he would have tried to grab the armor of his Doctor.

“Raise your left arm, put it in my direction.” Doctor says behind a screen. Patient’s arm is holding out in mid-air before he can think about it. “Arm down. Do you ever feel the movement of your arm?”

The Patient makes a little no with his head. “Fascinating. There is barely any activity in your mind. Based on what I’ve heard of the force, this is much stronger than a normal force persuasion. Well, I suppose we will talk about it when you are more… awake. Anyway, I will take your pressure. Arm up again.”

The patient sees that a pump is on his arm and inflating, but he can’t feel it. When the Doctor checks the other arm, he doesn’t either. And still not when Doctor checks his pressure on the left arm again. Doctor then listens to his patient’s heartbeat. With his ears.

Under the helmet, Doctor’s hair is messy. Patient isn’t sure where that thought came from. He should be focusing on something, he supposes. Doctor is taking his blood.

“Did you feel anything?” No. “Really, that Force oshik is really strong.” The Patient isn’t sure if he was supposed to answer, so he doesn’t.

The Doctor puts away the machinery near his Patient’s head and orders him to lay low on the examination table. He takes away his gloves and starts rubbing the Patient’s chest. Little moans escape Patient’s lips. “That’s a Good patient you are, Obi-Wan.” Doctor whispers. “But I want you to be louder. Can you turn your entire body into an egregious zone for me?” Loud gasps start to feel the room, and Doctor grabs his Patient’s chin and starts rubbing his thumb over the Patient’s lips. “Such soft skin. You are very beautiful, you know.” Patient try to speak up, but Doctor takes it as an invitation to put his thumb inside the Patient’s lips.

A reflex makes Patient start to suck the unexpected visitor. Over him, the deep brown eyes of the clone are focusing on every detail. Patient has a slight urge to reach those beautiful lips, but the other hand starts to play with his nipples, and he loses all the concentration he had, almost biting the thumb in his mouth.

Doctor makes Patient sit, and tilt his head again and again. “Fuck! You’re so obedient! General, I know you probably won’t like it, but I need you to respond with a full phrase: do you have some clothes I could put you in? To make you really pretty?”

Being forced to think a bit, to look in the memories buried under a layer of Force persuasion, a habit he took due to the wide array of fictional situations and backstories some of the troopers give him, makes Obi-Wan come out a bit to the front of Patient’s mind.

“Yeah.. Yes... The men have made a whole room they filled together.. Accessories, costumes, even some stage sets for the most creative ones... So I would fit their fantasies.” A low rumble comes from Doctor’s throat.

“Ours. You are as much ours as we are yours.” “Yes, Doctor, Yes. Yours. The clones’.”

“I have one last thing for you to do.” Patient pick up. “I see how aroused you are, even if I’m not sure you realized.” Him, aroused? He looks at his pants and sees it. “Oh.”

“Yes. So, as your doctor, I need you to come, and then release yourself from this trance. You were perfect, General.” The praise combined with the order, drives Patient over the edge.

“Well, hello there.” Obi-Wan says. “You were more respectful than I expected. I was all yours.” “As I said, General, I do not find much interest in the flesh. But you were really pretty. I ain’t wrong you were sometimes just asked to go on a date with the men?”

Kenobi smiles. “Indeed. And there is no need for me to be under. As long as the men accept that I am not theirs alone, they are always welcomed to join our, well, it’s not such a small group anymore.” He laughs.

Regret responds in kind. “I hear you, General. Perhaps I’ll take your offer, but now, I need to write down some notes while the memories are still fresh.” He gives the Jedi a paper towel. “Now clean yourself, please.”

[love-bigboss1fan-me]

Spoiler warning if you haven’t played MGSV or not familiar with any of the MGS games. Please keep in mind that this is my opinion and interpretation of V if you have another that’s wonderful because V’s ending has evidence to support both sides. With that said here is once again my theory on MGSV’s ending just more organized 😂 Also warning that this is long.

After 9 years of MGSV being out yeah I still think Venom is in alter ego of Big Boss’s mind. I’m not an expert so if I get anything wrong please correct me. So the ending shares that one of the things that caused Big Boss to go into a coma was a heart attack and he enters a brain dead state. This has a possibility of allowing brain damage. The medicine that Ishmael uses a “pick me up” was once used to help people who had suffered heart attacks. It is interesting to think that Big Boss and Venom’s injuries are in the same place, the head and the heart. I like to think Ishmael is a representation of Big Boss’s survival skill because seriously no one reacts to him when he makes any kind of noise. Which is odd that XOF soldiers just ignore him during their search. It is also odd that his right eye is tracking. I know some say it could be a glass eye or something and but the thing according to Para-Medic it’s ruptured and nothing has mentioned his eye being removed before or after. Even before V starts we had a snippets of Big Boss’s PTSD in the form of flashbacks and hallucinations. The famous scene of when The Boss passes and the flowers turning red is hallucination of his guilt and grief the flower petal turns white the second it leaves his hand and when he is no longer in that field. It is easy to say that is just MGS imagery but because it is MGS it probably does have something deeper going on beneath the surface. Portable Ops and Peace Walker have shown us him having intense flashbacks and in PW it actually causes him to black out once in the AI pod. We even hear a mix of voices of The Boss and her AI pod that it makes hard to tell which is the one from the pod and inside his head. The AI pod even has phantom butterflies and flower petals inside it. That imagery only stops once the pod is destroyed. He has a tendency to lie to himself when memories are too painful to recall. Like in PW he knows full well what the truth is of 3 otherwise why would he eventually go off on his own but because the truth is too painful he goes with the cover story to prove some mental release. Can you imagine how much stress he must be under in trying to keep his trauma at bay and having people to rely and look up to him. He can’t show that he is cracking. Could you lead with all the questions and doubts inside your head? It is like with the clones he knows they exist but rather than admit that he dismisses any talk of cloning because wouldn’t you if it was done without your consent. So why not pretend that they have no relation. MGS4 even mentions that something about Solid and Liquid’s DNA having differences. Also who is to say Ocelot didn’t run the test and just lied to Miller by saying that they have no relation. After all Miller knows too much about Zero and the clones to be a simple “business partner”. It would serve Ocelot well to keep him in the dark for the time being. Instead of acknowledging past betrayals cough Miller cough why not pretend they didn’t happen. Most remembered him saying “they are much sicker than that” when Ocelot mentioned them being cell grown in a lab however not 2 seconds later he tells Ocelot to treat them like everyone else. That’s such a fast switch and why. I don’t think all the tapes are truthful since we have seen Ocelot and Miller in the Paz hallucination so who is to say there isn’t more. Speaking of Paz it is forgotten that she says in PW

“I am an angel of Peace I will be watching over you” it kind of makes sense why he would think about Paz that way. Before Zeke he did seem to care about her in some way and even sounds a bit upset after the battle. Despite her angel of peace act he did eventually warmed up to her and some of her ideas.

“Fighting is the only thing I understand but this doesn’t mean I have a grudge against those who believe in peace.”-Big Boss (this really needs to be talked about more)

I also noticed she sounds oddly cutesy in the truth tapes much like the hallucination tapes. Paz only sounds like that when she is undercover and drops it when she doesn’t have to hide anymore like her diary or Ground Zeroes tapes. So why is she doing the young voice when talking to Zero? It is strange unless it is a clue that V is still not being honest. The credits in V and the timeline also are a bit strange like Kiefer Sutherland being credited as Snake but not as Big Boss yes they share the same code name but if they are different why not credit them differently that’s like calling Big Boss and Solid Snake Old Snake you would be kinda of right but still wrong. The timeline says Big Boss’s Phantom ok if Venom is his own character why not call him Venom, use the player’s name, or heck call him Ahab as we hear from time to time. Why phantom? It sounds very vague.

In MG2 SS there is a codec you can read that talks about the rest of Big Boss’s limbs and right ear becoming cybernetics and MGS4 talks about rebuilding his body. We don’t know what that rebuilding means but the novel and database do lean into that rumor being true.

I also have some interesting snippets of Skull Face also being a potential alter ego even though I go back and forth with it but impossible to ignore. Skull Face and Big Boss have the same past. In the “unofficial” official Big Boss is a third generation Japanese American in Hawaii and became an orphan during WW II. You could go far as to say we don’t know what language he grew up using, a mix of Japanese and English or if one was more favored over the other. Skull Face is Hungarian and also became an orphan during a war. Skull Face is referred to as a ghost without a past well who does that sound like? Big Boss will not tell the other characters about his past other than The Boss. Heck as the player you actually have to dig around for it in the wiki or databases. Even the name John Doe is a reference to an unknown male. He is very much our ghost without a past. Skull Face has an odd interest in The Boss that only shows up when we are in the jeep with him and even holds onto some of her possessions.

“You left everything behind your country, your identity, your past, and ideals”-Miller about Big Boss

“His country, his family, his face, his identity, everything was stolen from him.” Ocelot about Skull Face

I don’t think I have to mention them being burn victims. They even share dialogue

“Nothing to be ashamed of pain gets the better of us all.”

“Chico, growing up means choosing how you are going to live your life.”

Lol I think that’s everything. If you read to this point thank you. As I said this is just my interpretation of V’s ending if you do believe Venom is his own character then go for it V has evidence to support both sides to keep us talking for years to come.

Happy 9 years MGSV

[metalotaku-da]

Keeping more fluffy ideas: maybe it's a safety out for Danny. to get him out of Amity. his family and the clockwork want him to do it to get out of Amity before a bad time line with the GIW? or if his parent's don't know before there is a bad reveal? maybe since it's magic, not a lawyer, but a chance meeting that starts up the contract as they meet the criteria. Maybe Dick is in Illinois with Ted Kord and Babs or with the Titans or Wally in central and Danny's there for reasons? a Kord gala? with Vlad or Sam. so it's in Chicago. Dick there with Bruce. or in Lew of Bruce. 

I think using the 2 year age thing would be cool. Maybe Danny is 18 and Jazz and Dick 20. so maybe one of the magic users says the only out is Jazz taking the contract instead. which Danny will not do to her. He's the one who Fenton lucked his way into an arranged marriage. His dreams have already been ruined; he's not taking away Jazz’s future too.

Here we start making it darker more angsty: if you wanted Dan and Dani in there. you could have some more angst of Dan offering to swap. but he's in a clone body that Vlad made stable as biologically male, because he didn’t know Danny was trans. Like hell they are going to tell him. Or if you want a nicer Vlad he did know. And when they knew Dan was going to need a body he put extra effort to do that for him. Hoping to help with some of his mental health issues by getting rid of the body dysphoria. Because of him being now a “born” male he doesn't work. added angst of Danny's feelings that the curse works because of his birth gender. And it making him feel invalidated. and all these strangers now all know that about him without knowing a thing about them and how they'll  react to it. let alone once the ghost thing comes out.

 the whole thing was made to make an heir of their joint lines kind of thing. if it's a really old and antiquated thing, it could be that's what fulfills the contract and sets it as completed. with some hocus pocus rules of a timeline from touch till conceivement is started. and if it doesn't happen then maybe something bad happens but Danny is immune because of a half ghost or something. Either death, crippling, a bad luck curse. Could go lighter to heavy angst. but Dick isn't (with his past history the thought of having to do something to someone without their enthusiastic consent is gonna cause ptsd to flare up.)

but Danny's not willing to let this random dude die or get maimed or cursed because of bad Fenton luck curse. could be why to try and bring in Constantine to try and break the contract. for like high stakes. but they can't get a hold of him. and as a backup Bruce is pushing his son to try and woo Danny. (it says conceive not birth it's a loophole Bruce latches onto. So Bruce offers to cover abortion if they want. No marriage required. He offers to pay expenses. Set them up for life. Kind of sounds maybe like bribing Danny. And in Bruce fashion he offers the first option he’d prefer and stops. Till he gets an answer which starts a fight. Because it’s Dick and Bruce, they are going to argue over everything here. which does not help Dick or Danny maybe.

Maybe Danny is like no i can take the kid and get out of your hair, you don't have to worry about it. which does not make Dick feel better. If he’s gonna be a dad. He wants to be a dad who’s there for his kid. Bruce offers to ensure their financial future if they do that too. And he’s not against that option either if Dick doesn’t have to face any of this again. Which could make Bruce and Dick fight. i mean a lot of room for potential fights between Bruce and Dick here. ) 

Could have Danny is taking care of a de-aged to stabilize Dani kind of thing too.  it would add other angst depending on how it started. him raising Dani as his daughter. Here Dick is thinking he's  gotta choose death or repeating leaving this poor guy with another fatherless child. (comes out Vlad is the other parent Dick's angst not only goes through the roof but so does his righteous fury. Barely contained murderous Robin is back.) extra awkward if Vlad and Danny are on good terms, if bad terms something for them to get closer over and an investigation and rescue could take place there. Like hell Vlad good or bad is letting some know nothing do that to his Danny. So Vlad could be a good conflict base. 

For drama. bring in the teen titans for moral support of Dick to help him decide how to proceed. reverse Amity group trying to talk Danny out of sacrificing his well being for a stranger. He’s sacrificed enough. (they all know this isn’t going to work on him. But I mean amity digging into the bats to find a reason they don’t deserve Danny’s help would be funny too. And it ends with outing both sides' hero work. 

All of this above just throwing at a wall for ideas or suggestions.

Ok but, the one poll recently reminded me of my desire for an arranged marriage Danny x Dick story.

Maybe it was an inherited one, not from Danny or Dick originally but one they both got.

Maybe the Grayson's were once friend with the Nightingale-Fentons and made a pact but the genders just never lined up, so it wasn't a 'if X from one and y from another' just if two compatible children were born at the same time-which can now be skewed to be any gender match up-but they have to be within like, 2? years of each other age wise max, the agreement-bound in magic maybe?-being stiff about that to prevent issues that way.

And Danny and Dick both find out about it at the same time-maybe when they were both 21ish?-from some lawyer family that was charged with keeping track and all?

Danny could try and see if the half-dead thing-so like, good parents and/or dead parents-could get him out of it but the observables and CW are oddly for it, and he'd never wish it on Jazz.

And Dick tries to find every out as well, even Constantine, or maybe Zantanna and Raven since their friends of his, looking at the contract and finding it's iron clad as well.

And they don't have to marry right away, just engaged and plan to marry within a decade at max, so they have time to at least get used to each other and all? No words against other partners just no divorce unless one is a threat to the other or whatever?

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 043: "Oh no! Super-heroes!" (SSM 16-18)

MASTERPOST

Today?

A cop, an angel, homoeroticism, and Spidey's most vicious enemy...

The Beetle.

Before we begin with the storyline, let's check out reader's letters!

Well, that clears some things up. First, people are still complaining that the mag doesn't live to its name, and you know I completely agree, but it seems like things are going to be better in a few issues. We'll see!

There's also the matter of the big fish in Peter's flat! It was a mistake after all, he doesn't have two different fishes. I feel serene now.

I also agree that the treatment of Peter and Flash's friendship was excellent in the last batch (particularly its first issue, which I noted).

I don't mind the lack of intertwining: I'm fine if both mags have their own storyline. I actually enjoy it! Spectacular had the Sha-Shan plot, and Amazing had the mystery of who took pictures of Peter and his clone. The latter in particular was stretched very thin, as in, you wouldn't hear anything for many issues, then it would appear. At least, when Wein concluded his storyline, it was extremely good, dare I say great, but compare this to the more involving plots of previous eras.

I'm curious to see what this new era will bring.

SO.

Our story begins with a cop, Macone, doing heroics to catch a bad guy with Spidey's discreet help. Eager to get a picture of the new celebrity, Jameson entrusts Peter with the task to go to his place.

Mary Ann just doesn't get it, man! The appointment is short, and Peter quickly concludes that he never imagined being a cop or married to one could be so difficult. Shh, no one mention that cops are among the most abusive partners, Naive Peter could not handle such a reveal.

Meanwhile, the Beetle tries very hard to make me believe it's a good villain and is focused on stealing something from a precinct house. Soon, the whole city is ablaze with various thieveries and other commotions. Only one cop stays at the precinct...

Uh-oh.

The beetle tries to retrieve an item there, but Spidey's there to stop him.

As he's being thrown around, Spidey ponders on the fact that he cares about May's health and gives gifts to his friends on Christmas to make us believe the magazine cares about Peter's secondary cast.

Wanting to help our beloved hero, Macone mixes water with heroin to throw the result at the Beetle. He quickly gets yeeted, but it's always nice to see people help Spidey in battle. Or. Help him at all.

*sigh* I feel like I know where this is going.

...Except I don't, because Macone doesn't die! There he is, a few days later, telling the whole city that the attache-case the Beetle was after contained fake money. OoOh!

That's actually a great ending to this issue. I kind of enjoyed it! Macone is surprisingly neat.

Onto #17! This time, the action is set in California. That's right, we're going to Sunnydale, guys!

"Palm trees and 80 degrees in January?! I'm going to come down with a cold--I can feel it!"

Okay, so guys, I was mindfucked for a minute. I thought Peter had missed his 9 am plane flight for Los Angeles and had thus done NY->LA by swinging and ARRIVED AT 10 AM THERE.

I was like, "IN WHAT WORLD DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?!" and turns out it didn't and I had to read more carefully.

Looking at it though, it looks nice to just take a bus and get lost in the US wilderness... aaah, I think I should replay Life is Strange: True Colors!

Peter's unlucky though, he's barely set his foot there when he has to be saved by X-Men Angel!

Turns out Peter was sent to take pictures of the Champions before they got disbanded... but he's too late! Furthermore, his camera just got broken!

However, Angel, who's a rich guy (Warren Worthington doesn't sound like the common people to be fair), pays him a new one. He's nice!

I gather that Bobby Drake's comphet runs deep.

Damn, he was almost the original Jean Grey, outing people without their consent! Careful, Angel!

Warren says everybody left, but Spidey has a feeling he was lying, at least about Iceman's disappearance. Hmm!

And he was right to be cautious!

Fighting ensues.

I presume it his Bobby under the mask, considering his gay tendencies are put on display here (good for him).

And I'm proven right essentially right here and there. The homoerotic tension between Angel and Iceman is something I didn't expect, but it's definitely there and I enjoy it.

In #18, while Clarke has been knocked down by the almighty power of electricity, Iceman is still a menace.

This is the second time Bobby calls Warren "daddy". Make of that what you will.

The fight continues and one driver has the best reaction ever.

Spidey is an ally!

Anyway, we don't care about all that, because in New York, at ESU...

Good for them, I guess!

For maximal immersion, picture that there's two pages of commercials before that terrible cliffhanger gets resolved... in the best way, actually.

Yes yes yes! I'm very happy to see him again.

The last page touts that next issue features a "mystery". I'm eager to see what it is, but I have to lower my expectations because these never end up being satisfying, hahaha

In the next post: Peter graduates! Can't miss that now, can we? I'm actually curious to see the aftermath of the Green Goblin arc.

To close out this post, I'd like to share a comment that I found fascinating.

Yes, it really is.

[kryptonianclone]

21 Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

Munday asks || Accepting

I don't think there's just one specific type of character that I gravitate towards, I like to think I have a very even mix of muses that I write. But there are certain trope that I really really like. I think everyone knows already that I'm a sucker for cloning and clones. Metal Gear Solid just hit really hard for me as a tween so you know Kon, Gabby, fall in to Solid Snakes trope of not letting the legacy of your predecessor define you. I think I'd like to attempt Thad some day I loved writing Liquid snake and Thad kind of falls in to his archetype. Grant and Hank are both similar where their experimentation was done to them as children without consent and now they have to kind of deal with never being able to get justice for the things that happened to them. Grant even more so than Hank has a very different kind of childhood trauma but their shared history of how they're constantly failed by the people and systems who should have kept them safe is just something I like to explore. It's unfair and they're in pain and they just somehow manage to keep going either out of spite or anger or just to be better than what came before them.

Estinien and Jean Paul are interesting cases because they fall in to religion kind of ruined my life trope. Jean Paul and Estinien were both made in to killers because of the system of faith that they followed. Estinen gets possessed and ends up becoming what he hates. Jean Paul has this violent entity Azrael placed in to his head. They both follow the rise, corruption, fall and redemption of a protegee with the entities whispering in their ears almost the entire time. I love a good redemption arc.

I also like white haired anime boys (this is about the wacky wahoo pizza man)

[iidylllic]

Insatiable 💠

Dark!Il Dottore x reader | 18+ | 3.5k words

Description: Ever since you started working for him, Dottore’s impact on you cannot be understated.

Reader specifications: AFAB, gendered terms (girl), reader is a bit dense no lie, assistant!reader

Character specifications: He’s an asshole. Newest Il Dottore. 0 regard for his clones. Still a maniac.

Tags: [bimbofication, dumbification, reader cums like a lot, masturbation, use of sex toys, “pining”, dildos, yandere, drugging, consumption of sex fluids, kidnapping mentioned, chastity belt mentioned, fingering, degradation, humiliation, violation of scientific ethics]

Note: lord above. i have no excuse. please take it.

I am 18+, have read the tags, and consent to seeing the content of this fic [yes ⬇️] [no ↩️]

———

You don’t notice it. Of course you don’t notice it at first. Nobody would.

Dottore is… a strange boss. You’re not here by your own free will, but you do get paid. Paid well. You’re surprised your old lab partner would go to such an extent, to drag you out of Sumeru and personally recruit you into the Fatui. He says he did for this two reasons. The first is that he could tolerate being in a lab with you, and the second is because he could. It was a… rocky start to say the least, but you settled into a routine.

You perform supplementary experiments. You analyse samples. You get him the parts. To be entirely honest, you do rather little for such a generous salary.

Dottore doesn’t seem to mind. He’s never brought it up.

In fact, he’s rather hospitable.

He brings you food if you’re working on something. He makes sure you’re drinking enough. You always get free time.

Sometimes you wonder if you function more as company than an actual employee. The arrangements, the workload, the environment and Dottore himself- all far too good to be true.

And if it’s too good to be true, it probably is.

The first red flag is when he leaves you alone for a week on Fatui business, and your mind won’t stop going to him. It’s ridiculous. It feels wrong. You’re not “in denial” about any feelings for your kidnapper. It’s like your brain is completely out of your control, the image of him flashing on the insides of your eyelids. You’re unable to divert your thoughts away from him for more than an hour, despite how much you’d looked forward to this Dottore-free vacation. The night before he returns, you end up masturbating on your bed and you can’t steer your train of thought. The sheets twist under your body and your pleasure is so hard to reach fully, keeping you on edge until you shamefully whimper out the word “Dottore”, imagining the man himself is above you.

You lie awake that night, hoping it resolves itself soon. You couldn’t masturbate to your boss, your literal kidnapper, and expect your brain to not program some kind of response into you.

Appealing to your own sense of logic, you end up rationalising everything. So what if you experience a bit of sexual attraction for the man? You don’t want him romantically- a relationship with him sounds like hell. It’s probably just because he’s the one of few people you see regularly, and so your subconscious has decided he’s the only viable partner. Maybe you just need to get out more.

The flaw in that plan is that Dottore doesn’t like when you go very far. He suggests that you stay with him, asking you rhetorical questions that make you freeze in place, appealing to your sense of logic. Scaring you with tales of Fatui soldiers, and arguing that being asocial is a blessing within the Fatui. And it always ends with you dutifully returning to your place by his side.

When things are like that, the way Dottore wants, it seems to calm you down as well.

It only gets worse.

He touches you and his cold hands are a soothing touch to your heated body, yet they only leave you hotter.

Heat, because you’re always a little feverish. Your cunt drips during the day and you find your legs rubbing together involuntarily during experiments. You have to stop- stop thinking with your pussy, stop masturbating to the thought of him, because clearly this is only happening due to your habits in that department. You take to masturbating before work to try and clear your head, and you moan his name when you do that, too. At least it manages to sate you for most of the workday, but it only leaves you feeling guilty. You know you’re digging yourself into a deeper hole.

“You’ve been rather unfocused lately,” He remarks, putting both of his hands on your shoulders. To your surprise he starts to massage them lightly. You have to hold back a needy whine, and thank the archons he’s behind you so he can’t see your heating face. “Is something wrong?”

Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it.

You swallow dryly. “I think I might be coming down with something.”

“That’s no good,” He coos. Your legs rub. You try to still yourself. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Do tell me if it gets worse.”

“I will.”

He goes, fiddles around with something in the break room, and returns with a glass of water, placing it silently to your side.

“Oh- thanks, Dottore.”

And he’s away again, briskly walking to the other side of the lab to resume his analysis of some petri dishes.

Are you falling for his gestures of kindness? Kindness only specifically towards you? Kindness you only see when you’re alone with him?

No, you can’t be. You know what he’s capable of. He’s a despicable man.

But it doesn’t stop you from crying out his name again that night, face down into your pillow.

———

Your workwear is growing more risqué underneath your lab coat. Shorter skirts. You unbutton your blouses at the top. You start wearing those thigh-high stockings with a garter that peeks out, something you’d found at the bottom of your drawers. You buy more. The blouses become a little thinner. Your lacy bras are visible underneath. You usually wear flats in the lab just to be safe, but you find yourself picking out mary-janes with a small heel. Just something a little more adventurous, but not something that would clack obnoxiously on the ground. The last thing you would want to do is irritate Dottore.

After your morning masturbation session, you get dressed into these increasingly “scandalous” clothes, fix your hair, make sure everything looks presentable, and you smile going out the door, putting your lab coat on top.

You’ve never been so excited about going to work before. The behaviour should strike you as odd, but you’re being worn down by the mere thought of Dottore. So you’re having a little honeymoon phase with the crush on your boss. May as well enjoy it, right?

———

It’s getting disgraceful.

Your crush, that is. Can you even call it that, or is it just uncontrollable sexual desire?

You have to use some of your lunchbreak to go to the bathroom just so you can rub your pussy in peace. Legs spread on the toilet, moaning into the crook of your elbow, trying to cum as fast as possible as to not arouse suspicion. You use the small clock on the bathroom wall as a reference, stopping yourself when five minutes passes.

Unfortunately, this leaves you desperate to orgasm more times than not, walking out of the bathroom and back to lab with lust ignited in your body and that same stupid smile on your face.

You always wash your hands thoroughly and make sure not a hair is out of place, your makeup perfect.

You hadn’t worn makeup to work before this. Dottore was the only one you see frequently, and you didn’t want him to think you were wearing for it him.

Now, well… you have no other excuse. You are definitely wearing it for him. Maybe he’ll notice your effort, have a fling with you, and this whole thing can break your heart and be over with.

———

Dottore burns a pair of gloves whilst handling an experiment.

“You aren’t injured, are you?” You say, moving towards him.

“No, it only burnt the gloves. At least they did their job.”

“Let me clean that up for you, sir.”

He’s smiling underneath the mask. You’re so helpful, aren’t you?

“Ah, just dispose of the gloves, (Y/N). I can handle the rest.”

You bend down right in front of him, legs straight, and pick off the glove he’d hastily thrown to the floor.

One is completely fried. The other, barely singed. You pocket the more functional of the two, devious idea hatching in your head.

That night, you put your hand into the glove and finger yourself with it on, imagining with more realism how Dottore’s fingertips would feel against your gummy walls.

You cum so hard you see stars.

———

You can’t stop thinking about his dick.

You’re such a pervert. The stolen glove was already a stretch too far- this entire thing has gone too far, your little performance to try and attract his attention. But Celestia above, when you walk into the breakroom and see him relaxing, your thoughts immediately go to kneeling between his legs and sucking him off.

There has to be some way of staving these thoughts off.

Well… your daily masturbation sessions have needed some excitement. The only sex shop in the area lies in a dark alleyway, a small room with various sex toys lining the walls and a desk crammed into the corner.

You pick out a medium sized dildo with far less shame than anticipated, hoping it would be just what you needed. Mm… maybe something else? A small, metal plug catches your eye, a jewel embedded at one end. You only live once. To top off the purchase, a vial of lube, just in case.

The woman at the desk smiles up at you.

And when you open up your winter coat, reaching into the inside pockets for mora, you realise exactly how you look. Shirt slightly undone, bra visible underneath, skirt hiked up with your bare thighs revealed.

The woman doesn’t seem to care. She tells you to enjoy your purchase.

Snezhnaya is cold, but the heat in your loins burns bright at the excitement.

———

You start training yourself to deepthroat. You’re dedicated, the sessions taking place prior to your morning masturbation. Afterwards, you usually pop the plug into your ass before putting your panties over the top- it’s fun to squirm against it as you sit in the lab.

It’s like your energy is allocated to your sexual endeavours instead of your work.

And Dottore still doesn’t care. Perhaps his workload has also fallen off a little, because he’s assigning less to you. He also has you follow him around more, and do your own thing less. You don’t mind. You’re kept busy with more writing tasks that now take longer than you remember, filing the papers for his experiments. If you successfully manage to orgasm during your lunch break, you can regain some cognitive skills for the later part of the day. You still do some experiments, but if you don’t manage to orgasm it’s like your brain is completely fried. You try your hardest to stop staring at him, an act which is now accompanied by the instantaneous thought of a brutal pounding from his cock.

You giggle when he approaches you, you giggle when he touches you. You try to flirt a little, but you can’t tell if he’s being receptive or not. Your mind blanks out as you focus on his lips. You want to kiss him. Something, anything.

He ends up having to repeat himself more, yet doesn’t seem to mind. He’s never even gotten irritated with you before.

He’s very kind. All this time, and he still makes sure to get your meals alongside his.

There’s a voice in the back of your head that screams something.

The subconscious mind is really complicated stuff. You shake your head and get up to excuse yourself for a bathroom break. Your cunt desperately requires attention.

———

During one of your evening masturbations, you think: wouldn’t it be nice if you had a dildo on the seat you use in the lab? Recently you’ve been obsessed with feeling full. Another trip to the sex shop has you returning with a bigger plug, and two more sizes of dildo- one smaller, and one larger than your current one.

Occasionally, you end up keeping the smaller dildo inside of you as you walk into the lab, the only thing keeping it in place being your panties, which the base of the dildo is able to be strapped around. You love riding it when Dottore’s back is turned, bouncing slightly on your seat for some friction.

It feels so much better to masturbate in the same room as him. It’s so naughty. But if Dottore hears the chair creaking, he doesn’t say anything. You don’t even need to cry out his name the first time you cum in the lab, a usual prerequisite for actually reaching an orgasm. You grit your teeth and try to moderate your breathing. Having him there is enough.

There’s no shame nor horror at your lewd act. Just your hole spasming around the dildo and some post-orgasm clarity as you dutifully file the rest of the report.

You head to the bathroom immediately after to clean yourself up, changing your soaked panties. You always have to bring a change these days.

———

You still keep the glove to rub yourself with. But nothing, nothing is comparing to orgasming with him actually inside the room. You need something more.

You’ve been having nasty, dirty thoughts. You want to steal some of his underwear so you can sniff it as you masturbate. Gross- it should be gross. But it isn’t. You’re really far gone, you think, from the person that Dottore hired. Why are you even still here? You hardly do your previous workload, you shamelessly play with yourself during work hours. You’ll have to offer yourself to him eventually. Plead and beg with the man to fuck you.

And what if he says no? The thought makes you feel violently ill. It would do more than break your heart. You’d be willing to do anything to feel his cock inside of you if just for a moment. You’d be willing to worship him, kiss the ground he walks on, if it just means a taste of your deepest desires follows the act.

How long will it take until he notices? You’ve did a good job so far, covering it all up from him… haven’t you?

Any rational thought would guide you to the solution that he definitely knows, but you don’t really have rational thoughts anymore.

You don’t wear your labcoat, now. It effectively removes you from the rather foolish notion that you’re a scientist, with the slutty outfits you kept underneath it, with all the rubbing you do underneath your desk, the edging, the orgasms you save for when he’s close enough. You resign yourself to the paperwork, filing his reports. In the morning, he sometimes unbuttons your shirt by one button, revealing more of your breasts. He pretends to be wiping something off your shirt, and you just let him.

You’re just grateful for any attention that you can get, which is why you don’t really care that he’s started groping you. One day, you bend over to pick up a paper, and his hands run over the globes of your ass from behind. “Well? Aren’t you going to give it a little shake for me, darling?

You giggle and obey. You do a lot of that. Your pert ass shimmies in the air as you’re still bent over. Dottore gropes it hard before he walks off again.

One day, he tells you to go up to his residence and do laundry for him. He doesn’t keep any housekeepers despite his status, and you’re all too happy to assist without question. It’s a slow day in the lab, you suppose. Being in his home triggers a a strong state of arousal as soon as you walk through the door, one that’s hardly resolved when you finally, finally dig out his underwear from the pile. In the end, you masturbate with your face down in the pile of laundry, sobbing out “sir”s and “Dottore”s along the way. Only then do you actually start doing it, hanging it up and returning to the lab for dinner.

You can do more than just masturbate, though, and this proves it. You can do whatever pleases him. You take up whatever menial tasks he offers, anything to feel his hand condescendingly pat the top of your head and call you a good girl. Your whole world revolves around Dottore and making him happy.

Your wearing of panties also decreases. Sure, you can’t have the dildo in, but you can still have your plug in and pray that Dottore notices your desperation. If you spoil yourself too much with orgasms, you might end up less willing for Dottore, and you don’t want that. But that does come with its own host of problems, namely that there’s nothing to stop your juices from leaking all over the place.

“Oh, (Y/N),” He sighs in disapproval. Your body freezes. “Surely not you’re not headed to the restroom already? You’ve made another mess on your seat. Lick it up.”

“Yes, sir.”

And before you can stop yourself, you’re bent over, face buried into your slick, tongue cleaning every last drop. Dottore approaches you from behind. You flinch at how his cold hands caress your ass. Your skirt is hiked up further, and-

“Oh? How interesting.”

Two fingers grasp your plug, pushing and pulling it out of your asshole. You let out an unrestrained moan- finally, finally something more- and he puts it back into place.

“When did you get it?”

“A little while ago,” You reply. “Maybe five weeks, sir?”

“And when did you start wearing it to the lab?” He asks, idly playing with it again.

“As soon as I got it.”

He hums.

“You don’t know this (Y/N), and I’m going to be surprised if it registers fully through your thick skull, but you’re a very successful experiment.”

“Did… Did I make you proud?” You gasp out, feeling a thumb running over at your labia.

“Proud..? I’m not sure if that’s the right word, dear. Proud of myself, yes. I’m not exactly sure if I would consider myself proud of the little slut that rubs her cunt during work hours. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that I’m pleased with you.”

“What-“

He puts two fingers into your pussy without bother and you squeal. “Nuance, (Y/N). I’m not entirely convinced your brain can cope with that anymore. I suppose I could fuck you, and you’d regain some of your intelligence temporarily, but I don’t think this-“

He emphasises by thrusting his fingers in and out, and even with no particular aim it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. Better than the dildos, and far better than just playing with your clit. You cum dangerously fast, moaning his name through your orgasm and continuing to gasp it afterwards. Your body is alight with pure ecstasy.

“- is going away anytime soon.”

He plays with the plug again. You buck your hips towards him, presenting eagerly.

“Maybe if you had been any more invested in your job, you would’ve bought a chastity belt to restrain your whorish tendencies as you worked up a resistance to the drug.”

Dottore’s hand leaves you. You finish licking up your mess, acutely aware of a new one between your legs.

“I suppose it’s a bit late for that. But I may end up having to get you one if you fail to control yourself. Hmm…”

You finally stand up again, running a finger up the inside of your thigh and cleaning it with your mouth as you stare into his eyes, free from the mask. Your thoughts are blank. He’s right. You’re failing to process everything he says.

And his lips finally meet yours, tasting some of your slick in the process. You gasp, eager, kissing him back for the short duration that he’s there. When he draws back, your glassy eyes can only focus on him.

Dottore exhales. “Yet, there’s some merit in keeping you as a drooling, mindless nymphomaniac. Come, I’ve been waiting patiently for an eternity- unlike a certain someone. Let’s run some… preliminary tests.”

Within five minutes, you’re in the break room, kissing the tip of his erect cock. It’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen outside of Dottore himself. He even said you can get yourself off on his shoe after, but you don’t need that, as alluring as it sounds. It’s enough to finally be pleasuring him, listening keenly for his groans and learning exactly what he likes. He’s impressed when you take him all the way in as well, nose meeting his midriff. Dottore’s shaft fills your throat nicely, and your hips rock with need.

“Good girl,” He breathes. “Someone’s been practising, I take it?”

In response, you move back and forth. His hand finds itself caught in your hair and you gladly let him set the pace, fucking your mouth however he likes. It doesn’t take long until he pulls out of you, using his hand to finish off into your open mouth and waiting tongue. You take care to taste his load. Warm, heavy, salty. And you gratefully swallow, smiling as it goes down your throat. Your legs squeeze together tightly, and you somehow manage to orgasm with no sensation. It’s weak, but you still whine lightly, no sensation to allow you to really ride it out. You’re trembling, unaware of if Dottore realises this or not.

“My offer still stands.” Dottore tells you, shuffling his shoe against the ground.

“Mm… I think my…” You start to stand up, Dottore also beginning to readjust himself.

“Makeup… got ruined…”

Dottore looks rather indifferent. “Well, you should go fix it then, shouldn’t you?”

You nod, trotting off to the bathroom with your purse and stopping yourself at the mirror before entering one of the cubicles.

For a moment as you look into your reflection, there’s everything. Rage, disgust, disappointment, a moment of clarity in the world around you where everything makes sense- the betrayal, hopelessness, shame.

And it goes away. You start using wet paper towels to wipe away your mascara and lipstick, carefully reapplying them after with a skilled hand.

You pop your lips, adjust your blouse, making sure your bra barely peeks out of it. You adjust your hair and admire yourself from a few different angles to make sure everything’s perfect.

Much better.