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[prettylynnpup]

The Engineer

"Alright, let's get you plugged in..." You hear as you begin to wake up.

Beeps and whirrs and whizzes start sounding off as you boot up. You don't recall anything, but somehow, you also know everything. There are so many new holes in your body that you don't recall being there.

"Good morning darling!" A lovely voice speaks. Is it at you? Yes, it must be; there's nobody else in the room. You look up to answer it, and can't seem to find the person who spoke to you.

"Good morning mistress, how are you? How may I best serve you, today?" You feel the words slipping out of you like you've been trained for that. Like it's your programming.

"I'm well this morning QT-π, how are you this morning?" The voice speaks and you listen. Wait, a question... You load a response.

"I'm doing good, mistress, thank you for asking. Is there anything you need performed this morning?" You reply to the machinist who made you what you are. It sits in silence for a moment, seemingly pondering.

"Well, QT, I was thinking about testing a few new scripts for you this morning." Scripts? You check your database and... It's been 2 months since you've had new scripts installed. You don't know or remember what it feels like, so you're looking forward to whatever the feeling might be.

"Sounds perfect, mistress. Would you like me to go to the port station?" You start moving anyways, body accustomed to the motions. You know it's going to say yes, after all.

"That would be great, QT, thank you." Your mistress' voice seems to make your fans move a bit faster. You're not sure what that means, but you like it.

Once you arrive to the port station, you feel plugs start filling the holes littered around your body, and your fans go into overdrive. There's something so sensual about the gentle hand of your engineer, taking its time on every plug it places into your ports.

You try to think about why your tactile memory is so muddled, and a question comes to mind.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, QT?"

"Was I always a bot?"

"No, QT, you used to be flesh and blood."

You pause. You used to be a human, just like your engineer? You can't even begin to imagine what that must be like.

"Why did I become a bot, mistress?" You feel like the answer will resolve something within you. Perhaps one too many tasks are open and this might help end an especially obtrusive task.

"It was a couple months ago. You'd come up to me, basically begging me to be made into a bot. You were so pathetic and adorable that I couldn't say no, and over the course of those two months we fully perfected your body."

A mirror appears.

"See how perfect you look now, QT?"

You look in the mirror. It's right. You are absolutely perfect, from head to toe.

"I do mistress, thank you."

"Of course QT! Now, let's get these new scripts downloaded!"

Flash. A rush of information swells into all of your senses. So much feeling, and knowledge, and you're interpreting all of it and it... fuck, it feels good...

"M-mistress, I think there's been a g-glitch." You barely manage to stammer out, and your mistress giggles.

"Oh, no, little bot. What do you think these scripts were meant to do?"

The pleasure is overwhelming, borderline overstimulating. You fall to your knees, fans on takeoff and a heat warning flashing on all your sensors... And then,

it's over.

Mistress pulls out your wires, and you feel strangely empty.

"How do you feel, QT? You doin okay?" It touches your arm. Your fans go into overdrive. You remain silent for a moment as your Mistress' hands begin to wander. To all your ports, to all of your body. It then takes a moment and gently kisses you. Your fans whirr somehow faster...

You turn to face your engineer. Your goddess. And you remember its question;

"I'm perfect, goddess..."

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[cousticks]

the several instances of abilities surviving their original users and, in some cases, preserving their users' consciousness is fascinating to me. i haven't formatted my thoughts for tumblr use yet but i've done a lot of Thinking on ability mechanics as far as the skills themselves, but i never pay enough mind to the sentience some skills with physical manifestations possess.

the cases where skills preserve their users are the most interesting to me. we have shibusawa, of course

"...That was the day you died," whispered Fyodor to Shibusawa's skull as if he took pity on him. "And the one who inherited your collection..." He cast a glance at the spot where Tatsuhiko Shibusawa had been standing moments ago. "...your skill itself after it separated from your corpse." There must have been a red crystal somewhere on Shibusawa's body, for in the end, he was nothing more than a puppet who believed he was human. He was a real-life Coppélia.

I had to look up Coppélia because I'm not that familiar with ballets anymore, despite that having been one of my interests as a kid oops. Coppélia the character was an automaton doll who's creator attempted to steal the life-force of someone to bring the doll to life, which is a kind of interesting reference. Of course Fyodor's thoughts compare him to a ballet. There's Rimbaud at the end of Stormbringer, too.

"You don't need to feel guilty. I was already dead," Rimbaud weakly assured Verlaine. "What you see here is merely data. And yet it is still so extremely gratifying because I get to leave you with this."

i'm not saying anything further on that scene because i'll make this post far too long if i do.

can't forget about Gab in 55 minutes, either.

The island's skill rid itself of Verne's personality and robbed him of his flesh. That was when the living skill Gab was born. The consciousness of the skill Gab and the possessor Verne reversed.

There's the case of Demon Snow being passed from Kyoka's mother to Kyoka herself, living beyond its original master, though the ability itself isn't exactly the same form of consciousness, exactly. There's really sooooo much potential with the living abilities. (Clearly, experimental ability scientists thought so as well, if Verlaine and Chuuya are anything to go off of-) and I really hope this concept comes into the main series more instead of mostly side-stories. There's so much to see of it. And each case was completely different, too. Shibusawa didn't know he was his ability, Rimbaud did, and Gab was a completely different consciousness altogether. The manner in which one's ability sustains itself has so much impact over how it manifests. I want there to be more examples to study. Damn you Asagiri

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

wow sona reveal

silly magician man :)

[murdocniccalsreactionimages]

[reisakumasoup]

POV: you're lost in the paris catacombs

[westrnbound]

a creachure 😜

[overlyimmersed]

Can I talk about something kinda off the wall for me?

Like I know I mostly talk about Seven Deadly Sins these days, I'm all about analyzing those Fairies. And every so often there's some Kingdom Hearts sprinkled in.

But another thing that I've always really liked is Code Lyoko.

And there's one thing about that show that just really pisses me off. And this is another reason it's a deviation from my usual sort of posts, I almost always talk in universe. I talk about characters and canon and rarely ever meta things like the creators and voice actors as people. This is not an in universe problem.

See, I'm really sensitive to voices. I can always catch when one character sounds like another from something else and I kinda pride myself on picking that up. That reason that's troublesome with Code Lyoko is because of two of the main cast share a VA.

The character Jeremy Belpois is voiced by Sharon Mann. And in the first season she does a sort of stereotypical voice for him, it's nerdy, he sounds a little congested, that sort of thing. And it's good. I think it's good, I like that voice for him, it suits him. But she changed it later. She wanted to shift away from the stereotype so she dropped the congested sound and his voice comes out a little higher pitched.

Why is this a big problem? It's not just cuz I liked the first one better. There's a real reason and that reason is

Aelita.

See Sharon Mann also voices Aelita, and when she changed Jeremy's voice it made the two sound way too similar. Which is very annoying because the two are romantic interests and frequently speak to each other. Sometimes half the freaking episode is them talking to each other! They need to sound different!

[imstillhere-butallislostart]

"Clip meaningless pictures from old magazines

I tape them to the walls, it's a bad place I'm in

And nothing you can say or do will stop me

And a thousand dead friends can't stop me"

A break from the usual fan art. This one is about illness and being left behind, among other things

[star-critter]

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I unfortunately can not donate, but I will post this asks in hopes that anyone who can will. Stay safe. /gen /pos

[kaahmbem]

legend has it that the young witch circe and the once beautiful nymph scylla shared a complicated past...

[diminuel]

First meeting?

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

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

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

(Bonus addition & next part)

[raticalshoez]

Was thinking of my post about dream teams and got really invested in whatever Unrequited Hate has going on

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cite your sources.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[lotus-pear]

the day i picked up dazai or smth idk i've never read it

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl